The blue hourglass of silence
Provoked and trimmed my past
Catastrophic violence on the alter
My mind is at spring’s end, bemusing
The venusian arch of harboring my mate
Peaceful and shimmering, a love note
It gets dark and sinewy when it rains
The muffled cries of my favorite flowers
The world is poetic in its creative form
Gods are writing a handnote of prayers
Feathers touch my unanswerable questions
Like weaving a new wave of love’s reality
Till I keepsake my greatest sorrow of existence.
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Sayani Mukherjee
Picture Nick Victor