Sayantani’s poem deals with baroque whispers on blue shores: a nomad bard’s haunting tryst, for Different Truths.

The blue water is not that blithe
A faint sound of the baroque was piercing my ears
I quickly bestrewed the moments in sand
It scribbled the tryst in the dawn of life
The orb of the foam was higher than my hope
Everlasting realm of poesy was haunting me..
 
I was wondering the wonderful
I knew the glowing glory of bliss
Will wrap all insane yet vestal thoughts
Deeply settled in the deepest core of the heart
I never knew the faint sound of the baroque
Was the Argosy of a bard's nomad soul!

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Sayantani Mukhopadhyay

Sayantani Mukhopadhyay is a writer with a bold passion for journalism and empowerment. She holds a background in English Literature, Human Resource Management, and Mass Communication and Journalism. Her work blends critical inquiry with people-focused insights, centring on sustainability, social issues, and conscious living. Through authentic and research-driven storytelling, she strives to amplify voices, challenge norms, and inspire collective awareness and action.

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