Sravani Saha
1 min readDec 1, 2021

I fall from the deep of eyes where whispers lie,
A strand of restless hair reddens my skin. The autumn
leaf browned in its verdant glory watch from afar.
What bed of loose earth lay in vain to reminisce a
day of sun and smiles, of warmth and hope,
clouded by a nimbus of gray. Here I was, with a pair
of wings to fly, but shackles in my feet to enchain
a flitting mind.



Sravani Saha

Author of ‘Yes, The Eggplant is A Chicken’ https://amzn.to/2Iym2ok Humorist, Satirist, Mom, Ex-Googler. Write to me at s.sravani@gmail.com