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