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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The Clock of Secrets
In a corner of the village stood an old house. In front of the house was a large banyan tree, and beneath it, a stone bench. The house had once belonged to an elderly woman named Malati Devi. After her death, the house had remained empty. The locals claimed that Malati Devi’s spirit still roamed the house. But the most mysterious thing was an old clock hanging on the wall of the house.
By Hasibul Kabir2 years ago in Poets
The House of Shadows
At the edge of the village stood an old house. Surrounded by dense jungle, the trees were so thick that sunlight barely touched the ground. The house had been empty for years. The locals said it was haunted. No one dared to spend the night there. But Rahim wasn’t afraid. He had come from the city, studied science, and didn’t believe in ghosts.
By Hasibul Kabir2 years ago in Poets
