The Spanish Armada fell up
A brownish glittery run amock
The stupefying silence
All around me it carves me
Out in my nestled bustling crowd
The spring came this time
A greyish lantern up in her knitted rob
But all around me a global winter
Wither away before the great fall
Till it runs a river inside your deep rooted
Falsifying truth
Telling lies before your own parlance
Keep it simple in the face of winter
Gloomy bed ridden sickness
The river runs north
A zigzag mere glance of Zeremiah
The floated moon of two penny opera
My moonsicked silence
Just like the Spanish Armada
A brownish noisy bush
All glittered in the tapestry of bemoaning.
Sayani Mukherjee
Picture Nick Victor
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