Poem
The Poem of June 13
June 13, a thirsty date
So hungry, so helpless
How sharp your edge is, June,
Yet a twin extinction is the cleaner prize.
Nymphs toss their garlands at a wink;
Cruel, cruel June—
The glad petals fall,
They fall, they die.
Yet hope remains like an unfinished hymn
Though this fate of longing is an absolute curse
I alone am stuck with it.
The one on the side of the river—
Call him, June thirteen
Please, call him...
Poem of 13 June
Mumtahina Jahan
13June, 2026.
This was really soft and emotional in a quiet way. I liked how it doesn’t try to overexplain itself it just lets the feeling sit there which somehow makes it hit even harder. Really beautiful🤍