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20th issue I July  1, 2001

 

Poets & Writers

 

POETS & WRITERS, INC. BELIEVES IN LITERATURE'S FUNDAMENTAL CONTRIBUTION TO CONTEMPORARY CULTURE. FOR THE PAST 30 YEARS, POETS & WRITERS, INC. HAS FOCUSED ON THE SOURCE OF LITERATURE BY PROVIDING SUPPORT AND EXPOSURE TO WRITERS AT ALL STAGES OF DEVELOPMENT. POETS & WRITERS, INC. 

 

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17th issue I April  1, 2001

 

Some Bangla poems

 

abar-asibo-fire
ami-jodi-hotam
banalata Sen
nirjon
sailor
shankhomala
suchetana

 

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16th issue I March  1, 2001

South Asian Women Writers

Susham Bedi was born in Ferozpur, Punjab, India and studied at Delhi University and Punjab University, Chandigarh. As a teenager she became a leading actress in Hindi dramas on All India Radio and later on television. She began writing at school and won many awards for poetry and short stories as an undergraduate but her writing career began in earnest in 1978 when her first story was published in the literary magazine Kahani. Susham Bedi's first novel, Havan (Fire Sacrifice -- translated into English by David Rubin) was serialised in the magazine Ganga and published as a novel in 1989. It was published in Urdu in 1992. 

 

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15th issue I February  1, 2001

 

Mother


by Sunetra Gupta
I stood smiling at the cold vapid sea, as she came down the path wrapped in a faded shawl, her fair hair lifeless in the winter light. I knew she would be gone soon, and I would come back to an empty white shack on this shore. I would touch the walls, put my cheek to the cold stone and remember her hair on my face, heavy with salt. I would sit on the narrow iron cot, and look out at the barbed wire fence, remember the dust on the marigolds. We sat silently together on the beach for a long time enveloped by the smell of decaying seaweed. I did not see her leave. She had left me some strawberries half buried in the frozen sand.
 

 

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