Sayani Mukherjee

The strange submission of beaded stars
Falls on my back
I surmise a classical music strangely beautiful
It’s ringing is poised yet melancholy
The cuckoos nest is safe today
A sweet ecstasy of sun burnt smile
The flagrant dreams keep rolling
Tonight as it is known the songs will pray
For the fall of roman empire
Historic preservation is needed
The aura of narcotic mystery
The same time is preserved
It’s calling is a song perched halt.