An Art of Leaving : Palash Mahmud

 

An Art of Leaving

Palash Mahmud




 

When you set foot

To cross the door leaving

Everything behind.

To walk alone.

Knowing-

No longer you

Coming back.

Do you feel what you feel?

Clipping-

Your past with glue

Behind the curtain

Hanging on the wall at the north corner.

Despite your splendid ignorance.

Who will be your new past?

Have you ever bought any scale?

To measure-

Who loses whom?

In the scratches of an act of leaving 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

শুদ্ধ দেশ: পলাশ মাহমুদ

Shoeshine [1946] : Vittorio De Sica

The 2020 Booker Long List: The Fresh List in the Time of Solitude