Masud Mahmood | The Daily Star
  • Masud Mahmood

  • A Poem

    A ferocious heat induced meditation And the world was blurred in a haze The streets were torrid cauldrons On which the pedestrians baked.
  • Two Poems

    Autumn leaves are seasoned
  • Ancestral Home

    When my ancestral home
  • TWO POEMS

    Butterflies flit, turn and flutter
  • TWO POEMS

    What's the point in counting years, While the intensities are wasted, In bickering, fame and money matters?
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