Behind a mirror, there’s shadow
And gloomy sleep, your way
I want to try — where it will lead
And where there is the seaport.
I see, the flag hanging upon a ship,
And you, on deck, standing, all alone,
You — in the smoke & sound of train, the fields
In grieving of evening memory..
The ravens flying overhead,
The evening fields in dew…
In all the four directions, I
Am truly missing you,
And imagining all the ghosts & shadows around!
By Ms. Priyanka Singh