Piano. by Sayani Mukherjee

The faint piano desk at my back

The church prayers of oblong hault

Numerous passengers thronged through

It came a virtuous glance

The rain smelled of Picadelly

The London traffic, the Paris rainbow

All imbued on a harmonic tribe

I came and saw the victorious mansions

The fairy tale chiaroscuro of uncharted lamps

It is a place of folly of penmanship and a little trinket

I perched on the jammed trampoline

The loneliness ever growing on

As the peace was costlier than love.