Numbered Days. 
By Sayani Mukherjee

Given that i have numbered days
In this squirmy square of vale, 
I trotted upon
Reveries of a history long lost cradled 
In a parallel world within my own. 
There I carved a niche of hunting
And belching each aching stroke
With soft hearsay of my other religion. 
Kindled and fumed within a 
Circle of engravings-
There, men trailed footsteps 
for the after river
And each goodbyes swarmed 
With a round teasing of heightened grief, 
That soothed by ointment  
Of jasmine fragrance of life lived
In harmony and grace uttered with Him.