The Waves Of Our Path Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

There is still an hour
One that will be long
That seconds will turn into minutes
Waiting for a word or two

Some wishes that's been left
Some afterthought perhaps
Or just a nuanced review
Of what has gone past

The coachman is ready with the horses
The light on the streets are dim
The lowly light of the evening
Is perched in the panes

Did I leave some deeds
That which could have lifted
The waves of our path
Or was it complete in the rise and fall

I will keep these questions
In the last pages of my book
The one that will be signed
With your memories in print