I have lost my tulip tree
Buried and briefed under a tilted stage
A banyan tree under my eunoia days
The neem tree is green today
The bird is flowed from the sky
Silked and tattered in the orange sky high
A new rust orange peeling off
The memories of lost napkin
A blue coat of overcoat promised land
The fairies come alive in the penknife pen
Still I hold my babies true
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Sayani Mukherjee
Picture Nick Victor
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