There’s burden in the smiling
Like raindrops it flinches
Like yesterday the ghosts come true
My flickering plastic summer days
The yellow bird is near me
The shortness of the very minute
The roses of short summer afternoon
Afterwards it was the darling summer
The garlands of birdsong days
My glory of new edged sorrow
A pink promise of cut throat spring
As the memories cut open the morning sun.
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Sayani Mukherjee
Picture Nick Victor
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