Bangladeshi poetry
POETRY / The creek drank the sorrows you sang to
Rose-tinted glasses are just red, and I have painted myself with the color now that the hollow of your eyes isn’t there, now that
POETRY / Hazardous miasma
The night smoke carries out the riots of innocents,
September 14, 2024
Hazardous miasma
The night smoke carries out the riots of innocents,
September 14, 2024
The creek drank the sorrows you sang to
Rose-tinted glasses are just red, and I have painted myself with the color now that the hollow of your eyes isn’t there, now that
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