Sayani Mukherjee

Violence


Wanderings amidst snow cradled stairs
Lily footed innocence
A lighthearted Soaking
A Feather-like elusive disarray.

Then a leopard at night
Humanoid force
The violence is foggy
My tainted mirror sees it
The masks of forked paths
A string, a right left child's play.

After a nanosecond speed
The bullet proof vest
Marching through
For virtue
Death and dreaming
Glassinobs scented handkerchief
Shorting of breaths
Death over death's bosom.

The power of a couplet
The pinching truth
Salty with each throb.
The leopard runs deep down
Forests and pillars
Authority holds the shadow
The skeptical insomnia
A sharp finish
Morphine sleep, time's hole.

Hours hold on.
The river runs through
Shadows and bones
Chess game and vigilant mistress
A dark hell with my resistance.
I can't lie with the River.
It sees through
A wise grandmother and a woolen muffler.
Coils the structure
Men with law enforcement

Country's growth spurt.
The children feed on
Winds and brain smoked intelligence.
The play is ironic.
A blind stare.

Aborigines instincts a creepy vestibule
The river rings on
A music to ears
Lily footed innocence
It holds the strings alright
A juggler.
Mass extinction
Nature's yearnings
A blood dripping amazonian finish.
It devours.

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