Village

A lonely cottage by the river wall

The sun scooped daisy under my beige wall

A pointed facade a long overturn over there

To mend and bask the town Meadows

As I lay dipping in the river 

I hear cascades over my rimmed lens

A lovely blossom it was, it lied open dust

The moonbeamed sun is lowly now

To hung the home grown lilies

The blue painted carpenter singed a choir

A thousand lullabyed biddings

For the village was aglow in the pure love


By Sayani Mukherjee

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