The January nights are long
Fresh and forlorn like my tulips
Your touch touches my nuances
My unspoken offering of garland
And dreams that withered away
With the coming of rain showers
Just then you uttered a prayer
That could save my undying soul
Now my heart bursts into thousand stars
Cupid’s fire all over my lineage
A legacy upon watching and seeing
The crown is only for the inspiration
My white blue sky of lilies and humming
Till I keep my chalice upon your heart.
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Sayani Mukherjee
Picture Nick Victor
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