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Biplab Majee
from The Dhaka Review
The eye of winter
The eye of winter is getting sharp and penetrating The sharp razor's edge of the eye of winter At its sight the helpless tree. The leaves are shed with a murmur I'm naked sans leaves The winter fog has come with gifts of woolen garment The wool with the hue of fog will befit this age The young dames will look at it with jealous eyes amidst the flow of traffic...
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Tears in the eyes of stone
There are tears in the eyes of stone when history trickles down the cheek One must understand that there is no longer any man though there are men They have been all transformed into ghosts being dead The oozing of the blood of history remains spread across the breast of civilization...
Biplab Majee is a poet, writer, literary critic and translator. He has published 28 books of poem, 36 books of prose, 16 books of translation, 6 books of Children literature, 8 edited books. He received 8 International, one Indian and 8 Local awards and honours. At present he is Chief-Advisor of International Society for Intercultural Studies and Research (ISISAR), Kolkata.
