One hand she press'd upon that aching spot Where beats the human heart,…
by Dev
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? JUVENAL
I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of…
ঝড়ে যায় উড়ে যায় গো আমার মুখের আঁচলখানি। ঢাকা থাকে না হায়…
I see everyone rushing — Rushing, tripping, running. Running for the…
Blow gently over my garden, Wind of the Southern sea, In the hour that…
How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail And pour the…
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety…
And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky, Whereunder crawling coop'd we…
