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12:00 AM, October 21, 2017 / LAST MODIFIED: 12:00 AM, October 21, 2017



Binoy Barman

(For Kazuo Ishiguro, 2017 Nobel Literature Laureate)

The language of self-deception—

Is that we are born for?

Leaves cannot whisper the truth

Eloquence is muffled by promises unfulfilled 

Don't talk to me of dignity

It's only a myth

Or merely a mark of loyalty.

Forget and remember at your convenience

Ignore the urge of the self  

Remember your duties

And forget all agonies

Memory is ambiguous 

The morning smile or evening's glow

Are all leavened by wasted breaths. 

What happens is not important

Feel the echo in your heart

Give away everything

All words, all dreams

All the water of the ocean!

What will be left in the end?

Only an oyster's empty shell

On an empty shore!

(Binoy Barman writes poetry and teaches English at Daffodil International University)








Two Untitled Poems 

Sabrina Binte Masud


In this borderland

the sky has a clear ownership,

and boundaries carry sign posts,

and I am running after the half

naked gnome who stole the ladder.

I was promised a trip over the

rainbow if I could catch the

little green man.

But, truth be told, I am enjoying

the view, a half-pint of a bearded

bum, fumbling off in the distance,


than a glimpse of

the promise land.


A star crumbling within itself 

Is tragic, I suppose,

Yet, even if it was for a moment,

The halo of exhaled star dust

is in itself a rebirth.

Dying so many times 

in that many moments in a day,

and countless rebirths follow, 

is colorful nonetheless.

So why mourn, if there is

no end?

Sabrina Binte Masud writes creatively in a number of genres and has won international awards for her plays.

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