In the deep dark ignorance of time,
She stands 
unvanquished, like an iconoclast....
unvanquished, like an iconoclast....Her song echoes in the sultry lanes of chauvinism,
Like the sole minstrel in the vestigial patriarchial orchestra....
Her smile has the aura of eternity,
With the freshness of blooming dandelions....
Her deep dark eyes are a euphoric fiesta,
With the unique synergy of exuberance and elan.
She is the poetry of some anonymous poet,
Bringing peace and happiness to distressed minds....
She disappears in the quest for that unknown bliss,
Which we all seek but fail to find.....
She travels to mountains, she travels to plains,
She gets her soul drenched in the primordial rains...
She sways in the midst of claustrophobic storms,
Yet grounded to the earth is her elegant form....
She rules the world with the fervour of a lioness,
In the eternal horizon where dreams meet reality....
The voice of silence, long suppressed,
Has finally found word and utterence....
3 comments:
Sayoni is beautiful.....
She is brilliant....
The mordant atmosphere has engaged into battle with surrelisticity to form such a poetic mind....
hatts off!!
another feminist in the making! sayoni mukherjee!!
as for literature...i have always enjoyed her writings, not so much with her present theme...but its people's way how they express there thoughts...good luck!
mayb hopeless.... bt no one dreams as vividly as a romantic.... mayb unreal but no one lives as loftily as an idealist!....wile i thot dat the likes of these didnt exist... i find it embodied in da little soul of my sister.
n its a revelation!
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