Kunal Roy
Innocent dews touched the soggy lips of wailing grass,
The hawk wiped out the smell –
From the ethereal hours of fagged Hyperion,
Tears trickled to murky oblivion,
Lady Fancy chuckled,
Trees flushed in youth –
Delighted in unobserved verve.
Under the dervian sky,
A curvy tune was hearkened,
Shattered the bliss!
Flame trembled,
Sent orisons above,
Hues died –
Yet a new manuscript,
Was born from the womb of passionate dust!!!
– Kunal Roy.