Fly

I remember the day nights
The cycle of season and rain
Night with its feathers of death
I remember the twilight
Of sun rising and setting to the West.
The girl at the walk of flying dreams
Cuckoo’s nest with flying spree
Remembering all the time of day
And night of heavenly muse.
The little saplings at the gates of rainbow
Music and dance of earthly paradise
Flying with roaring laughter of twentieth spring.

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Sayani Mukherjee

 

 

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