La Promenade Poem by Ramit Chakraborty

I walk under the shadow of your being,
My path is strewn with yellowish brown leaves,
Dark patches of blackness sway in between the big round leaves,
A line of ants climbs the rough, tattered, granular bulk of the tree
Where sits a cuckoo with its mate necking,
My memory recalls your love,
The present divides us as if by
A clear line, decorated with the collective magic and carcasses of our dreams.


Ramit
20.04.17