Dream: Mirror of Past

I speak with undivided dreams.
Sometimes stuck in sadness!

Washing the soil and coming out from the heart
Grief like pebbles! Which is my very own

My lips are always very busy
Looking for my heavenly octave of happiness.

My survival in a frenzy;
The division of loans and deposits presents a puzzle.

From time to time I lose;
Sometimes I win.

Leaving behind on  my move
Some feathers ,Be a memory somewhere!

My ethereal memories will bubble up;
At one time they were buried in the ground unconditionally.

• A poem by Sarmistha Dey