No Name Poem by Smrutiranjan Parida

They say memory loves time,
As it is that page loves book
In isolation the page is useless,
Or perhaps a part of a dirt
But does time love memory back?
Have you ever seen a river running back?
A coco-bird stopped singing because in the last summer it had a mate?
Does that mother still cry for her lost child?
Time has so far forgotten memory
And my dear! I have buried you under the sand of that beach we had last visited,
Where sky was not so blue