Committed to PEOPLE'S RIGHT TO KNOW Vol. 4 Num 328 Sat. May 01, 2004       Literature Fiery Flesh Shahabuddin Nagari, Tejgaon, Dhaka I will knock at you door at four-thirty in the afternoon Broken sunbeams will touch the balcony; one or two sparrows will fly Curtains of the window will oscillate in Chaitra winds Weaving a loose gown, lying on dandy bedsheets You will be sleeping at this hour. I will knock again. A knock at an inappropriate time Bewildered, you'll come hastily to open the door. A puff of cool wind will touch your lips, your eyes, Your hands and fingers. The lenses of my eyes will fly among your silky hairs When I'll try to touch you, you're not there at the door Your burning body burns for me on the bed.