Sayani Mukherjee
The courtesy of ever brimming love
The fountain of lost promises
Of lands and antique mountain heroes
They sung a different lullaby
To keep the vigil intact of broken dreams
A dream is a moving wish for penchant hope
I stand at the gate of eternity
Of heavenly shadows and rainbow dreams
A penmanship of an author lost and found
As the river ran a thousand depths
For the feeling of innumerable grief
As if my heart string was tied to a shadow.
