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Of Our Own Kind by Palash Mahmud

Palash Mahmud | Sep 14th, 2021 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

She went not for digging up
the narrations
of violence

but for rummaging
the hearts
of sufferers.

She went not for collecting
the residues
of sea surging

but for picking up
the sodden pebble
of lost memories

of the tormented heart that
plagued the valleys
fogged the hills.

She thought –

we don’t need hell anymore in our other life
we are in the middle, creating
of our own kind.

Poet Bio

Palash Mahmud is a bilingual writer, book critic based in Dhaka, Bangladesh. He is one of the finalists in Asian winners for the Songs of Peace and Voice of Peace: 1st International Poetry & Short Story Anthology Competition 2020 & 2021 respectively. His works appeared in Active Muse, League of Poets, Superstition Review, The Punch Magazine, Kitaab, Ephemeral Elegies, The Bosphorus Review of Books, Poetry Potion and forthcoming elsewhere.

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