Sunday 15 August 2021

Sagnik Sen, Poetry 2021 Magazine


Gazing at the sooty sky, I sat on the roof top, amongst

countless other shimmering spectators, awaiting

the midnight musical. One twinkled, ‘Behold,

as I present to you the star of the night.’

The cloudy curtains revealed the moon,

glimmering pale, he began his performance to the

nightingales’ melody choired by

the rhythmic howls of the hound and the rustling

autumn leaves. My eyes, riveted to the

marvel that unfurled before,

abided till the sun announced the night’s epilogue.

The theatre emptied into activity and din as I

merrily closed my eyes.

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