Best Poem of S M Maniruzzaman

The Story Of A Slow Suicide
The man, afraid to die
Takes cigarette
For a slow suicide. . . .
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Qurbani
Alone I’ve gone on a personal pilgrimage around the capital’s streets
To see how it’s done, how it means
To them and to me.
And I’ve seen the slaughtered heads of the sacrificed animals,
I’ve seen the flood of blood.
I’ve seen how blood’s moving everywhere,
How blood moves everything.

Where there is no blood t . . .
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