World Poetry Day
By ANANYA GUHA
Is this the only day
to remember you?
your soft foot falls
your murmuring wind
your arcane depths
hide in our love
we have for cadence
your songs, your death wish
with poets whose membranes
close skies and open hearts
you are there wistfully in
nostalgic repose in infinite
utterances that we recall since
childhood and memories of
reciting a rhyme
now, that we write
we write away a sorrow,
a tear and laughter
with only those words
you carve out in motions
of sheer music
as plethora of ideas
tangle our sanity, wisdom.