Collective Solitude
Palash Mahmud
Do I need a door?
To open.
To free my soul from
The quietness of a glacier's song
Melting, melting, melting.
Should I copy the equation?
How a seagull let free the wetness
Of saltwater from its feathers
In the scattering time of dust & rays.
I have been waiting for the horizon.
To reach.
To prove the axiom-
One's first breath meets with one's last
During the coalescence of vapor.
Every time I stand by the lakeshore.
I feel.
The collective solitude archived
under my feet, like a maroon sapphire.
I stand until my shadow turns to meet my hazy eyes.
As if only my shadow can tell.
I am alive.
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Palash Mahmud is a bilingual writer, book critic based in Dhaka, Bangladesh. His poetry, literary reviews and criticisms appeared in Cordite Poetry Review, Mediterranean Poetry, Active Muse, League of Poets, Superstition Review, The Punch Magazine, Kitaab, Ephemeral Elegies, The Bosphorus Review of Books, Poetry Potion Trouvaille Review, Poet's Choice and forthcoming elsewhere. He read & reviewed for Sepia Quarterly.
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