Fly me high above the cloud
Far far away from the madding crowd.
Let me not fall back on Earth,
Let this day be my Re-birth!
Let me not look back;
Plead, take me away from the hostile flak!
From spurious appreciations;
Empty promises and mortal creations.


Let them not ensnare, with chilling calls,
Or the ****** love letters- The Devil scrawls.
Neither dressed in red cape and pointed horns nor;
Does he wear a crown of thorns.
But from the deep dark dungeon he arises and crawls,
Singing Sweet lullabys, before he mauls!

Hear all, but trust few...
not everything's real, nor everyone's true.
Clasp your dreams before they die,
For then life's a broken winged bird that cannot fly!

Tanaya Roy Choudhuri
10th April 2020