Musk roses for the winter
A bright column of ribboned strings
Neither one nor merry
An intellectual dishonesty to mar the bright red
Trapped under the surface
The exterior belies nothing
Mirroring in strong intuition
Codependent ironical haze
Reality in my vase
Bleeding thrones in my upper body
Salty spongy affairs
Carpe diem over marked simplicity
Conformity of tell tale days
Copper coins buttons in my favourite sweater
Marked of red roses peonies namesake
Just don’t have the zigzag velocity
A signature classic
Rock bottom high
A needle of paint on my phone
The exterior and the external
Verbal to the point too real
My red rose belies nothing.




 Sayani Mukherjee



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