An ode to an Indian nightingale!

The Clown fish had brimming eyes, a montage flown back to Jaflong , a memory lane I wonder I felt overwhelmed, as if yesterday’s incomplete hard and fast, rituals and alone Over pouring overboard, ornate orange diva and monsoon rain and Jaflong time and greeting say Holistic a rueful an encapsulation, by the by a rare tracing cue with a poetic erotica, radiant way My lover boy had a momentum of her ever persevering prodigy, stable, and eloquent, a remedy Who called him a done deal? Or vulnerable? Majestic that artist resides in me, in swargachira, and painful days of cotton clouds We touched the star of the eternity, inevitable teardrops and a bye , is it showmanship other than that? Please pioneer, bless her soul, give a diligent due to her blessing, mantra, mainland holy wedlock, lock the bits and pieces of state news, in unwholesome Ah……………! Where art Thou! Excuse and executive, too much of a sensational mayhem to hum along a reverie zeal ! And what about me! Oh! I was in my evangelical pain, the holistic truth and only one to prevail! I have ample recess time, with an album of not so friendly goon of songs, an ode to an Indian nightingale!