Poetry and its Flourishing Era within Gen Z
I first fell in love with poetry on a lonely afternoon in my college library. I remember finding an annotated copy of a poetry collection of classical British poets and thinking to myself, “Is...
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I dreamt of August 1st
I dreamt of August 1st drowsy and barefoot in the suni take a bite out of a mangoAugust has returned again. august brought down trinketsof rain with her. i imagine little kidsplaying race with...
So much for…
Agony, hidden under false advertisements of harmony,securing a future with all kinds of uncertainty,Posing oh so normal, while covering up our insecurity,Building an image that leads to moral poverty, There is no place for...
Uncanny Silence of Dreams
I was grabbing the twinkles with my glance When I felt the rusty stardust flame And just right then I heard that wisp Like my dreams sang sweet A simple, gentle, and quiet lullaby...
পবিত্র শিশু
উত্তরে হিমালয় থেকে দক্ষিণে বঙ্গোপসাগর,এরই মাঝে পৃথিবীর বৃহৎ ব-দ্বীপ!আমরা বিশ্বাস করতাম,এই ভূখন্ডে একদিন জন্ম হবে একটি পবিত্র শিশুর।প্রকৃতির অমোঘ আদরে লালিত হবে সে,মাটির সোঁদা গন্ধ আগলে রাখবে তাকে। তারপর, এক বসন্তে তার জন্ম হলো।স্বাধীনতা,...
Dark Sky’s Reflect
The night sky is like a mirror- it reflects every emotion, which binds you with the world. the night is not just about the darkness, it’s about showing you the light which you can’t...
