Debayudh Chatterjee

Rookie (12-10-1991 / Kolkata)

Cherry Blossoms In A Deserted Platform


Shadows whistle past like the sound of a sea
The platform emptied with nothing but me
drenched in raindrops that early may brings
My cherry tree's away, my pretty pretty thing...

Far beyond puppets and rugged grasslands
All that defines and denies grains of sand
Written in scarlet like blood of days yore
My cherry tree's away and the northern wind sores...

Nights dagger with sparkling diamonds
Thirty two brunettes and sixty-four blonds
Stampede around me with faces so dark
My cherry tree's silent as the western sky smirked

Tell me how you are in letters prolonged
Write beyond destiny, beyond our swan song
Come back in moonlight through shimmering clouds
My cherry tree's all mine as blossoms sing loud...

Submitted: Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, March 27, 2012

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