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Of Our Own Kind by Palash Mahmud

[tabby title="Poem"] She went not for digging upthe narrationsof violence but for rummagingthe heartsof sufferers. She went not for collectingthe residuesof sea surging but for picking upthe sodden pebbleof lost memories of the tormented heart thatplagued the valleysfogged the hills....

“Falling” by Palash Mahmud

[tabby title="Poem"] Falling it’s raining out / a crow soakedfully sitting on / the windowpane in such a quietness / as if it wasn’t breathinglike a cotton-made piece / a drop of rainwater hanging on its beak / as if...