Sabrina Binte Masud

Poetry

“How do I make you understand,

When Kokeshi Sleeps

Go hush hush, go shh shh

Fairy Tales

“and mother... Why tell me the story of a tiger,

Maach Khor

“That one is empty. The ribs are those giant bones on a full grown ilish, ilish with eggs”, thought Gamcha Miya, staring at Harun's skeletal boy with a ballooned stomach.

Traversing Cohen

I want to write a letter to a woman from a time now past.

August 4, 2018
August 4, 2018

Poetry

“How do I make you understand,

February 3, 2018
February 3, 2018

When Kokeshi Sleeps

Go hush hush, go shh shh

September 9, 2017
September 9, 2017

Fairy Tales

“and mother... Why tell me the story of a tiger,

June 10, 2017
June 10, 2017

Maach Khor

“That one is empty. The ribs are those giant bones on a full grown ilish, ilish with eggs”, thought Gamcha Miya, staring at Harun's skeletal boy with a ballooned stomach.

May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017

Traversing Cohen

I want to write a letter to a woman from a time now past.

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