This year, to observe 16 December, we have curated a list of four diverse yet fascinating poetry books for you to immerse yourself in.

My Bangla Sings out every morning One language Many songs

I fell asleep to the chatters of cicadas on a quiet summer night

A long stretch of time / passed in prison

Women and the earth have to tolerate a lot.  –Kaajal (1965)

Healthy water-bodies are sunk by envy-blind waste’s outburst  

I spent the last night with your lover 

My heart is an oligarch: A staunch, pot-bellied, knuckle-cracking middle-aged man lounging carelessly, lazily  in his sitting room with his limbs spread out on a settee

When Anne Carson said– All lovers believe they are inventing love, she was perhaps right

I carry them openly in these calloused hands and hold them out to you could you tell me I'm worthy of love

Wake me up every morning as dawn becomes a new day.

What motivated our youth to defy death in order to free Bangladesh from the yoke of a brutal regime?

A star fell on the ground in the windy night

Glamorous lightweight raindrops  from the October sky keep 

As if playing a game of chess / Still the world waits for the next dawn

The first pulse, in the midst of a whipping maelstrom, 

Don’t you see— I can only write dark. 

August, marked with dying things. Summer’s end, / My freedom spent

Eternity collapses at the wheel of change. / Past is lost

but i can't. i cannot be bothered to find / meaning behind the faults in my father's eyes