Sayani Mukherjee
A slowly cacophonous morning
Screaming of faultless surprises
I call back at the ruinous evening
The way the sea chanters will sing
And mourn the last evening
The soil of earth soaked happiness
The numbness, the choice of green fragility
The bemoaning madness of survival of green moist
Is this a new horizon of tumultuous ocean?
I sign and beck a call of happiness
The night knows thousand epiphanies
A fireglow at the tale end
Till I lose my breathe for the sky line wine.
