I have heard Paris is beautiful in May
Two lost cards that find
A perfect geometric strength
It then carves a niche
Mon Amor it says that always says
Pink is loveliest of all
Beautiful Strange Goodness
Colours have their own homes too
Just as my paper knife
A little too pink for it
Isn’t so?
A child may notice
Children notice everything
A change in smile
They are the big apples
Do this do that
We are grown ups
Still pink is loveliest of all
Home Goodness Flowers
I still think Paris is most beautiful in May
The ribboned dress
The little paper towns
They all go to a merry go round
All pinkish flame in the snowbound home
I still love Pink
My home my mon amor.
Sayani Mukherjee
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