I Counted My Dreams

By Shounak Sinha Ray

I counted my dreams on a summer sky;

Dreams of love and hope, amidst all despair:

Between my trembling lips I saw them fly---

As if they weren’t there.

I breathed my love on an autumn leaf;

Yellow-pale as fever, stone-cold as the pall---

And before my weary soul could sleep,

I watched my dead love fall.

By Shounak Sinha Ray