The freckles of festivity
Comes nearer to me
As I ride along the silhouetted past
Dim lit crevices of my heart
The birdsong knows my happiness
Knows the sorrows of my unfolded dreams
Little by little I get deeply personal
The horizontal dreams are rushing again
The rose dreamt of Jerusalem and heaven
The nocturnal past of Shakespeare’s heroines
The flute of Krishna is forever love
I come together with love and festival.
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Sayani Mukherjee
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