Memory by Sayani Mukherjee

A large promenade over my head

The sound escapes as river falls

Bright blue streams like the divine ocean

My mind blows over the Meadows

The chickens chirp as evening goes by

The ocean mast fall over its deduction of masses

The prairies blow high over the alters

I skim and pine for the forests

The nature's handgrown misery till it saddles over my

Ghost naming diaries

The fisher queen stays at night

Between the bright barricades

The sylvan spree took a leap high

For it commingles with the memory.