Under the shower, a horde of driblets thrust on my skin, so forcefully. My skin got wrinkles I lull myself, saying there there, so soulfully Whatever, saved my mind like a folding star, still yearning for new light My mind is tender like autumn breeze, still drifting aimlessly.
About the Poet:
Palash Mahmud is a bilingual writer, book critic based in Dhaka, Bangladesh. His works appeared in Cordite Poetry Review, Active Muse, League of Poets, Superstition Review, The Punch Magazine, Kitaab, Ephemeral Elegies, The Bosphorus Review of Books, Poetry Potion and forthcoming elsewhere.
Ephemeral Elegies 