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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