Sayani Mukherjee
The autumn windfall of fallen leaves
A shadowy misty river water
Sat by the upfront the river cried
A dozen zenith full of wavering sadness
I churned the fall from the seasons
Of Tulip’s most unkempt secret
A lonely hazardous blush garden
All around a thorny buzzing
Fall came with its basket
By the river it was
As I carried the leaves with the moisty touch
So all were symphony of a cacophonous haze.
