She likes busy streets, dizzy corners
as blurred edges are ethereal mourners
they weep, narrating how cunningly life left
as intricate nests death weft.

As zephyr chimes in avid blues
leaves crack in laughter beneath her shoes
As your home awaits’ whispers dawn
an artist’s last fine line drawn.

As footsteps twirl along mellifluous mellow
the day melts in cadmium yellow
Chasing dragon flies, inhaling musk
Catching fire flies, conversing with dusk.

As time passes by, death knocks the door
Waves rebelled, raging the shore
Stars sang, a melancholic chorus in behalf
of a lover of paths, they echoed her epitaph.

By: Ayushi Saha