Don’t fear the sorrows arrested in the world.
Don’t forget the happiness knotted in the mind.
The new bad night comes just to say goodbye!
Let’s seize the days in year, each moment anew.
Let’s savor the breaths in life, holding hopes a few.
The old good days return just to hail high!
As the freshwater shines silver
As the green grass grows higher
Life isn’t just living the pages of a calendar
Life is a dot is thirsty to be a circle.
Palash Mahmud is a bilingual writer, book critic based in Dhaka, Bangladesh. His poetry, literary reviews and criticisms have 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, Trouvaille Review and forthcoming elsewhere