Kites
/The dreaded past before me
I pine before an obliged smile
The hooded troops of trumpet
Fell over
Behind the lake of frostbites nothing
It's scourging to heal
When the kites have flown
Before the red parchment sky
A long daisy before my unwritten script
To skim a milken pond
Lost reveries beaded smile
The scoopnecked tapestry of humdrum beats
I once known before it fell a torpid sky
As all happens in a skydrawn dance.
By Sayani Mukherjee
From: India
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