By: Zunayet Ahammed Symphony is fading away Tigers in us bawling Seeing tube-roses weeping In the waste land of Spring. We visualize the pretensions and nakedness Of so-called men who like “faluda” Nowadays No rosy rain coming Out of the…

By: Zunayet Ahammed Symphony is fading away afar Tigers in us bawling Seeing tube-roses weeping In the infertile land of spring. We visualize the pretensions and nakedness Of those so-called men who’ve gone “faludha” Now a days No rosy rain…