Mosque, Temple By Taslima Nasrin

Mosque, Temple Let the pavilions of religion be ground to bits, let the bricks of temples, mosques, guruduaras, churches be burned in blind fire, and…

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The Safe House By Taslima Nasrin

The Safe House I’m compelled to live in such a house Where I’m forbidden to say ‘I like it not’ Though I feel aghast to…

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Can’t I Have A Homeland To Call My Own By Taslima Nasrin

Can’T I Have A Homeland To Call My Own Am I so dangerous a criminal, so vicious an enemy of humanity, Such a traitor to…

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The Game In Reverse By Taslima Nasrin

The Game In Reverse The other day in Ramna park I saw a boy buying a girl. I‘d really like to buy a boy for…

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You Go Girl ! By Taslima Nasrin

You Go Girl ! They said—take it easy… Said—calm down… Said—stop talkin’… Said—shut up…. They said—sit down…. Said—bow your head… Said—keep on cryin’, let the…

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Interned By Taslima Nasrin

Interned Think of me, if you’re ever interned, If your legs are ever chained. If ever someone goes away Having locked the room in which…

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We! By Taslima Nasrin

We! Last night a lizard sprang up from nowhere and landed upon me. It squirmed along my arm and then climbed upon my shoulder before…

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Border By Taslima Nasrin

Border I’m going to move ahead. Behind me my whole family is calling, My child is pulling my sari-end, My husband stands blocking the door,…

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Self-Portrait By Taslima Nasrin

Self-Portrait I don’t believe in God, I look upon nature with wondering eyes. However much I move forward grasping the hand of progress society’s hindrances…

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India By Taslima Nasrin

India (to Sumit Chakrabarty) India is not just India, even from before I was born, India has been my history. My history, carved into two…

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The Unrung Ring By Taslima Nasrin

The Unrung Ring So many things ring, the cells of the body, the ankle bells as they dance, the silver wrist bangles. As the monsoon…

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Eve, Oh Eve By Taslima Nasrin

Eve, Oh Eve Why wouldn’t Eve have eaten of the fruit? Didn’t she have a hand to reach out with, Fingers with which to make…

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Sans People By Taslima Nasrin

Sans People Will you let me have a glimpse of people? People on the streets? People sauntering by, people smiling. People intending to take a…

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Granary By Taslima Nasrin

Granary You are my love’s granary, I pour out my water-steeped fertility unstintingly, to stop does nor occur to me. Suddenly I see you’ve slipped…

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Things Cheaply Had By Taslima Nasrin

Things Cheaply Had In the market nothing can be had as cheaply as women. If they get a small bottle of colour for their feet,…

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At The Back Of Progress By Taslima Nasrin

At The Back Of Progress The fellow who sits in the air-conditioned office is the one who in his youth raped a dozen or so…

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Not My City By Taslima Nasrin

Not My City This isn’t the kind of city, Once I called my own. The city belongs to foxy politicians, Unscrupulous traders, flesh racketeers, pimps,…

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Happy Marriage By Taslima Nasrin

Happy Marriage My life, like a sandbar, has been taken over by a monster of a man who wants my body under his control so…

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Time By Taslima Nasrin

Time I’m no longer annoyed when I wake up at three in the night, If you don’t have a good night’s sleep, the day doesn’t…

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Aggression By Taslima Nasrin

Aggression Human nature is such That if you sit, they’ll say, ‘No, don’t sit.’ If you stand, ‘What’s the matter? Walk! And if you walk,…

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Noorjahan By Taslima Nasrin

Noorjahan They have made Noorjahan stand in a hole in the courtyard. There she stands submerged to her waist, her head hanging. They’re throwing stones…

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Garment Girls By Taslima Nasrin

Garment Girls The garment girls, walking together, look like hundreds of birds flying in Bangladesh’s sky. Garments girls, returning to their slums at midnight, are…

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The Woman Breaking Bricks By Taslima Nasrin

The Woman Breaking Bricks The woman, breaking bricks and sitting on a sidewalk, wears a red sari as she breaks the bricks, under the burning…

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Another Life By Taslima Nasrin

Another Life Women spend the afternoon squatting on the porch, picking lice from each other’s hair. They spend the evening feeding the little ones, lulling…

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No Man’s Land By Taslima Nasrin

No Man’s Land If your homeland does not give you home, Then tell me what land in the world will give you home. After all,…

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Freedom By Taslima Nasrin

Freedom Let all of you together find a fault with me, at least a fault you all jointly work out, or else, a harm shall…

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The Room In Which I Am Forced By Taslima Nasrin

The Room In Which I Am Forced . . . The room in which I now live has a closed window, A window that I…

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Acquaintance By Taslima Nasrin

Acquaintance As much as I had thought of him to be a male, That much he is not; Half-neutered he is, Half a male. A…

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Mother’s Story By Taslima Nasrin

Mother’s Story 1 My mother’s eyes became yellowish, egg-yoke like. Her belly swelled out rapidly like an overly full water tank ready to burst at…

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Girl From Switzerland By Taslima Nasrin

Girl From Switzerland At the dinner party everyone Held a glass of champagne or White wine in their hand. All in a row, the big…

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Terror By Taslima Nasrin

Terror Soldiers, rifles in hand, stalk about, all around. I stand in their midst, unarmed. The soldiers don’t know me, they stare at the unarmed…

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A Letter To My Mother By Taslima Nasrin

A Letter To My Mother How are you Many days, many thousand of days I don’t see you ma, Many thousand of days I don’t…

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My Bengal By Taslima Nasrin

My Bengal My Bengal has ceased to exist, My Bengal has now eroded, Her body has rusted away. The east and the west are mixed…

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For Some Years Now By Taslima Nasrin

For Some Years Now For some years now, I have been standing quite close to death, almost face to face, Standing dumb before my mother,…

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Some Tit-Bits Of My Life In Captivity By Taslima Nasrin

Some Tit-Bits Of My Life In Captivity Bathing Day after day I don’t take a bath. Months roll by, pungent smell wafting out of my…

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A Query By Taslima Nasrin

A Query When I die, leave my corpse there. There where they vivisect dead bodies, In the mortuary of the Medical College. For I’ve vowed…

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Masturbation By Taslima Nasrin

Masturbation (A woman without man is like a fish without a bicycle.) A woman can’t live without a man? Ha, what logic, the logic of…

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Character By Taslima Nasrin

Character You’re a girl and you’d better not forget that when you cross the threshold of your house men will look askance at you. When…

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The Female By Taslima Nasrin

The Female BIRTH In the instinct of no-creature-of-Nature the birth of a female is considered undesirable. Only humans consider it strange. CHILDHOOD Since she has…

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Women And Poems By Taslima Nasrin

Women And Poems With as much pain as a human being becomes a woman, That much pain makes a woman a poet. A word takes…

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Live By Taslima Nasrin

Live If you tell the truth, people get angry, don’t tell the truth anymore, Taslima This time is not the time of Gallelio. This is…

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Ccu To Ccu (Coronary Care Unit To Calcutta) By Taslima Nasrin

Ccu To Ccu (Coronary Care Unit To Calcutta) Away from home, Away from my dear cat, my books and papers, my friends, Away from my…

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So Let Them Rule The World! By Taslima Nasrin

So Let Them Rule The World! Just let them be free to do as they please… Let all the doors of the world’s arsenals swing…

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What A Country! By Taslima Nasrin

What A Country! For more than an era, my Country relished the pains I suffer, watching my banishment in alien lands. When the vision is…

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