Even now my fingers feel the touch of sponge; as if my father's body were mutated into an aquatic invertebrate before his last breath. Since then I have been regretting me for escaping the route my father coming after smoking a cigarette. If there were a second coming of the shadow without his body, not in a dream but in real time. I wouldn't repeat that, I promise. I missed the moments I stood on his shadow & listened Afghan rubab in the saffron rays of early spring.
About the Poet:
Palash Mahmud is a bilingual writer, book critic based in Dhaka, Bangladesh. His poetry, literary reviews and criticisms appeared inCordite Poetry Review,Active Muse,League of Poets,Superstition Review,The Punch Magazine,Kitaab,Ephemeral Elegies,The Bosphorus Review of Books,Poetry PotionTrouvaille Review,
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This time last year, for Indigenous Literature Week 2021, I was pleased to host a guest review by Margaret (Meg) Broughton, of Margaret Tucker’s If Everyone Cared (1977). This year, I read it myself, and share Meg’s opinion that it’s a fascinating story of an outstanding woman who was one of Australia’s earliest female Aboriginal activists in the 20th century. It’s not just an important life story—a significant first-hand account of Stolen Generations policy—it’s also interesting to explore how this book published nearly half a century ago, fits into the literary history of First Nations in Australia. This is what I have focussed on, so I recommend reading 
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