Sunday Poetry by Soumyadeep Chakraborty

Multicolored Reality

She has taken words from my ink, I collected for, Drawing the wings of my poetry Made for her. She took me away and drawn me over My assumptions On a blackboard of multicolored Yet flimsy reality. Then when I asked, she In a whim, named each of colours she Has invested on my existence in her.

Yes, I have no doubt That I am indebted to her For making and waking me up For a new morning.

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