Published Poem

I recently submitted a poem to Robi, an online literary journal, by Bangladeshi Identity Project. As it says on its introduction page, this journal in intended for the Bengali diaspora by the Bengali diaspora. It’s for us Bengalis that belong there, in our native country, but call this place our home too. Despite speaking our…

Immigrant

Spoken language, Like running water, without spaces and traffic lights. And I? Fragmented. Who am I? From where do I come? My language is all I am at the moment. Defining, isolating, swaying the bits of me. Jungles, Here and there, Intertwined, Concrete.

Where I’m From

I am from Dhaka, The heart of Bangladesh. I am from the close-knit family That always stood together under one shadow. I am from my grandparent’s village, Where the love of nature grew in my heart, Just like it was there always. I am from the grandparents Who loved and raised me with care. I…