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!
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