Irannii Saikia

Irannii Saikia

"A THOUGHT WITHOUT METHOD"

A metrical foot of three syllables As precious as their chilhood.

Authentic lives, they never lie Neither thought Nor method.

Moonsoon says about the chilly wind Rainy has change their colour The thread of bobbin.

Sunny and cloudy, near to her Within an amenity or affection Destination is not so far.

On the way of autumn and summer, Unknown treasure, will be back with winter, Hidden behind of foggy blur.

The seasons Blend by aura, Seem to be an aesthetics narration.

A prolific writer, needs to fix their beacon Through the words of rhythm By ink at the moment of eve and dawn.