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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