Tasneem Hossain

Was it a spectacle—filmed the whole incident? / Why didn’t you withstand? / Why didn’t you try to desist?

Oh that angelic call, yet I cannot respond. I cannot open my mouth in fear of the burning pain overpowering my senses.

She stands in front of the canvas and stares.

Come, if you may, with swords or guns. Remember, I won’t cry and run; I will rise from the depths of the land.

A strange experience by the sea-shore.

A poem about the modern way of life

In the chilly winter night as I walked past the forest, I heard a feeble crying of a baby. I shivered in my warm clothes.

Far away from the crowd, far from the glaring chaos; out of the blaring car horns,  out of the shrieks of loneliness, out of all the madness that surrounds; Out of the city, out of the cacophony I chose to go and find solace.