Alvi Masud Jagoron

The writer is a grade 12 student of Military Collegiate School, Khulna.

Her Mother’s Grave

I looked at my watch. It was five past ten in the afternoon. The spring gust was a little shivering. The sound of wind came along with a sound of crunching leaves.

The Man with Beauty

Before the birds rise, while the city's at rest, before someone hits his dream road, he's awake and active, preparing their road to be walked on.

April 18, 2019
April 18, 2019

Her Mother’s Grave

I looked at my watch. It was five past ten in the afternoon. The spring gust was a little shivering. The sound of wind came along with a sound of crunching leaves.

November 29, 2018
November 29, 2018

The Man with Beauty

Before the birds rise, while the city's at rest, before someone hits his dream road, he's awake and active, preparing their road to be walked on.

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