A fake song

Sanjukt Saha
Jul 21, 2024

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Photo by Susan Mohr on Unsplash

My brother and I sing
After the sun sets, stinging
Fireflies from the stream of our time

My brother and I sing
Elbows on the table, clinging
To my journal of the unmentionable lines

If you were to tell me
The shrike will be soon, striking
I won’t be seeing the faces of your
Heartless kind

Let our song be in sunshine
Let it be on a trike, riding
I don’t want to miss any rainbow
Running half circles
in my mind

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Sanjukt Saha
Sanjukt Saha

Written by Sanjukt Saha

Dad, Writer & Engineer — but, mostly on Paper linktr.ee/sanjuktsaha

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