I was nine years of age the first time I set eyes on a Dhaka street. I received my first welcome from a group of beggars tapping on my car window.

Abdus Selim’s translation and compilation is a time machine for all of us living in the new age, where poems have become much neutered.

The prestigious Kali O Kalam Torun Kabi O Lekhak Puroshkar 2022 was conferred on January 28 at an award ceremony at Bengal Shilpalay in Dhanmondi, Dhaka.

Break me into numbers and spirals, and blood and flesh make me all that I don't wish to be.

Someday, I will write about those places, the cities, monuments, and faces.

Haiku is a poem in three lines that captures the image of a single moment in the reader’s mind.

On a Thursday, I went back home, and I took a walk./ On the sidewalk, I saw a splash of maroon on a grey block.

You’re sitting on the couch/ And you’re tapping your feet at 135 miles per hour/ You’re waiting for something to happen

The only thing that disregards - Is that you won’t be there to

Showers and storms give way To a surge of sunlight A fragrance of hope floats in On morning breeze

Delicate like butterfly wings, And yet as strong as boulders Her mind is a divine place, Eternal peace on her shoulders. 

Welcome to the Carnival of Dreams and Memories

The most moving part about these poetry sessions is the conversations.

Seek if you must If you believe the truth shall set you free And then? We heal.

We asked the DS Books editors and contributors about the books that most moved them this year.

It's June–the first day of Summer, You have never come home empty-handed, And I stand by our apartment door, Eye the lift as it totes between floors.

I saw a leaf falling yesterday. The wind took the leaf on its back then disappeared.

Dickinson shows that mellifluousness of language is what gives a heightened attribute to the essence of a poesy.

She reminds me of Desdemona,/ A character, a wife, a tramp, but never human! So maybe she was a witch, / Maybe sirens were witches too,

bits and pieces of her day/ get stuck in her hair/ she carries grief quietly