2025 থেকে পোস্টগুলি দেখানো হচ্ছেসকল দেখান
A fabricated dream and a black bird | Belayat Masum
A bird is sitting by the window. A black bird, looks like a crow but with a red cres…
It Feels Like I Become the Wind | Belayat Masum
1. It feels I become the wind. Sitting beside my father’s grave like a stranger. S…
In your voice, the bubbles revel | Belayat Masum
These poems are a journey through wind, water, and the quiet tremors of the heart. The…
Maya, the Fly, and Benformso | Belayat Masum
Maya, the Fly, and Benformso These poems were born from the streets of Lisbon, especi…
Kingfisher, rose and you | Belayat Masum
Kingfisher Within me lives a kingfisher— dives with ease into water's mi…
