The shari's hem is as if it were flying in the wind

Hossain Belal’s poem is a lyrical journey into a land scarred by history yet rich in resilience. Set against the rugged backdrop of Nachel, where mud houses cradle centuries of quiet endurance, the po

Come on, friend, let's visit

that rugged wilderness of Nachol,

where people have been raising Pigeon of peace in mud houses

for thousands of years.

Yet one day

this mud house caught fire,

on the day of Tebhaga's harvest,

all the tribal people

gathered at the call of Matla Majhi.

Even today, in the storm of warm love of that poor Santal,

the hem of Ilamitra's sharee seems to fly in the wind,

like a bird of freedom.