Anointed with a rainbow often
After a sun sprinkled rain dries
With a butterfly as a silent harbinger
Of the myriad songs from skies
That echo echo her dream lit eyes
The queen smiles more often in throng
And avoids to stare upwards when alone
Fearing the tears will jerk out from wide cracks
To wash the royal scars and to somehow atone
The sin of dreaming when awake on throne.
A faint sigh now blossoms on her soul
Sometimes the exile brings a strange relief
It can only get better from here and now
A smile dances on her lips with a deep belief
That there is no fear of autumn to the last leaf.
Enroute Kolkata Dehradun
11.14 hrs
2305
23.7.25
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