Brief Biography of Tasneem Hossain
Tasneem Hossain is a multi-lingual poet, columnist, fiction and op-ed writer, educator, translator and trainer from Bangladesh.
Winner of The International Literary Association Creative Tribune, Walt Whitman 2025 Contest, her impactful writings appear frequently in esteemed publications worldwide and translated in 11 languages. Several of her articles and poems are utilised as teaching material in universities and academies across various countries; some have been referenced in university research papers.
Publications: ‘Grass in Green,’ ’The Pearl Necklace,’ ‘Floating Feathers’ and a book of articles ‘Split and Splice’
An ex faculty, she is also one of the editorial members of the popular international magazines ‘Wordsmith International Editorial, USA. and Pen Craft,’ Bangladesh.
Before My Curtain is Drawn
Do not shed tears when I am gone.
Give me a moment now, before my curtain is drawn.
Stay with me for a while,
sit silently by my side.
Take my hands in your hands,
let me rest on your shoulders my friend.
Talk to me with your sweetest words,
smile at me with your eyes, twinkling stars.
Let me listen to your whispering heart,
engraved in my heart those moments apart;
If you cry, when I am gone;
my life’s curtain already drawn;
what meaning would it hold for me?
How will I know that you cared for me?
How will I tell you what you meant to me?
Let these moments of love be an eternity.
Come, sit beside me and love me now.
If you love me then make me this vow:
you won’t cry when I am gone,
for you will be never alone.
I will be with you very near,
wiping away all your tears;
Do not shed tears when I am gone.
Give me a moment now, before my curtain is drawn.
Forgotten Pebbles
Walking on the sea beach of life,
rolling endless pebbles, I see.
Crystal pearly waves kiss my feet.
Some pebbles roll on the sandy beach,
some move away in watery waves.
Some I take in my hands and keep,
some I throw;
forgotten pebbles on the seashore.
Gentle breeze soothes my being,
caressing and tingling my flushed cheeks.
Pricking needles in my memories old;
tears sweep through my turbulent soul.