River 4 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Old river, ancient river carries the ashes
Not the contemplations being seized in fire,
Memoirs worn or enliven beyond the fire man
will not be snow blessed in the emptied bed.
After the withdrawal of murmuring mourners
The late fragrance of sticky incense remains
With the light wind blowing in aloof desperation
Under the shrouded eventide indifferent to departure.
Uncut droning of crickets uplift the pensive darkness
Towards the splitting clouds reflecting the rays of night.