By: Adreyo Sen When the little girl was very little, her dearest possession was her pillow, a soft, shapeless thing of blue cotton. To her, its smell was the most beautiful thing in the world. The little girl carried her pillow…
By: Arunima OP You had showered me with attention Took my hand and led me on From light to night, we walked Then you went missing in the dark Leaving me all alone In pursuit of your attention In torment, in…
By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Last night suddenly She wrote- ‘Certainly well? In order to keep well Once I had a firm intention. For that, I am walking though this way now. Once I couldn’t believe it but today everything is…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb In my soft childhood my father, teachers and others- all were hard in saying to me, ‘’Man is mortal’’, I accepted looking at the kite flying in the sky. Now I am a confused adult made…
By: William Scott Harkey The death of Lord Tennyson’s beloved friend Arthur Hallam yielded perhaps one of the most profound works of poetry and the most sorrowful elegies of commemoration in Western literature. Within a matter of weeks after receiving word…