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THE

SEPT

"They have crayoned chronicles

of buried myths on the

naked barks 

and a crib of stars

spewing forth mixed metaphors."

The

Great

Courturier

Mehak Khandpur

Misted flowers and broken grins, 

and her wizardary of amalgamating  her grandmother's patchwork quilts with the

skin of pomengranate.

 

The

Bohemian

Aakriti Jain

She is a colourless rainbow.

Her eyes have all the

shades of blue

that still glimmer 

black in the 

daylight.

We have come home 

from being lost,

from moonless waters

to frivolous greenery.

It's about tiptoe-ing those halls again at midnight.

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