Tragedy struck the sunken leaf
Complex far , a tasty grief.
Never more the bird did sing
Harbinger of silver ring

Melody means the hearty theme
The broken rung of salty grim
The tea leaves now are way too dark
What we need is just a spark

Sailing on the healing wounds
Dusty wetly path
Savour all the rhyming tune
Music has it's wrath.

Published by Sumana Saha