Drifting Aimlessly by Palash Mahmud

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.
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About the Poet:

Palash Mahmud is a bilingual writer, book critic based in Dhaka, Bangladesh. His works appeared in Cordite Poetry ReviewActive Muse,  League of PoetsSuperstition Review, The Punch MagazineKitaabEphemeral ElegiesThe Bosphorus Review of BooksPoetry Potion and forthcoming elsewhere.

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