Poetry from Sayani Mukherjee

Divine Plan

Heaven's fiery ash 
My new found isle of Poppies
 Little big enough 
For a magic maker 
A big believer, A winner 
The earthly paradise of 
Golden paradigm 
My heavenly fire of sea scapes 
The Supernatural benused art 
We call her a religion
A religious art 
Divinely separated truly for the best 
She's our heaven 
A little butterfly
A  white tale 
No She's a divine plan
Rightly suited. 

2 thoughts on “Poetry from Sayani Mukherjee

  1. It feels of the long ago. Of course any Divine plan would be. I agree on the elegance and brimming appreciation at work in the words of the beholder.

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