Here at the periphery of chaos my longing surrenders into the slant shadows [ earnestly] There in the middle of hatr'd my voice stops on a numb'd note [ weightlessly] In a graceless reign where my way I am losin' [ effortlessly] by a shackl'd ray. In a dried desert where my sighs are hangin' [ dearly] on a poisonous tree.
About the Poet:
Palash Mahmud is a bilingual writer and book critic based in Dhaka, Bangladesh. He has completed his BA and MA in Philosophy from Dhaka University. He is studying for an MA in Literature in English and Cultural Studies at Jahangirnagar University. His debut poem appeared in ActiveMuse, winter 2019 issue (India), was the grand prize winner of League of Poets competition 2020 and shortlisted for a flash fiction contest in Voice. Club. His book reviews & literary criticisms have appeared in SuperstitionReview, The Punch Magazine, Kitaab and is forthcoming elsewhere. He is working on translating some Bengali classics into English. He writes on his personal blog PM Review.
Powerful. Thank you Palash
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Thank you so much for your appreciation, Ari.
It’s a high pleasure you loved it.
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