God’s hands. by Sayani Mukherjee

A blue sky of tattered past

Of sublime wishes and never ending past

A poetic reverie of past sense

Of diamonds and opal linen sky

A two pence watch to sell for

The night sky of ever changing wishes

Of topaz and blueness at this hour

I surmise my clock to send for

God's hands in my prayers

Of what ifs and crestfallen goodbyes

As if the sky was ablazed with midnight memories.