Echoing Souls Poem by Avik DattaGupta

The mountains echoed our laughter,
After, after, after..
Over the riverbridges of our trust,
Rust, rust, rust..
Rustles of leaves in the cloud,
Loud, loud, loud
Loud enough that sound could spin in air,
In Air, in air, in air..
In air of the chilly breeze,
Ease, ease, ease
Easing pleasing pleasures canvassing
Sing, sing, sing..
Sing to the music you can hear
Ear, ear, ear..
Years in your life you witness everytime
Time, time, time..
Time moves on with a ticking hand,
And, and, and..
And the oscillations oscillate,
Late, late, late..
Late shadows fail to fall
All, all, all..
-Avik Datta Gupta