By Shounak Sinha Ray
Let me a shadow of memory be:
Floating on the waves of forgotten time;
Bending o’er the grey clouds of Destiny;
Lost in the pages of unwritten rhyme.
Let me be the glimmer of such a flame,
That in the ashes of dead passion lie
When all love is spent: let me be the name
Exhaled in the fever of a hopeless sigh.
Let me be the red of an autumn leaf,
The vast scorching blue of a summer sky,
Cold white as winter; when numbed with grief,
Clouds of the past shall mist my bedewed eye.
By Shounak Sinha Ray
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