Remnants Of A Day Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

The road stopped into the ocean

Where the green melted into the blue

The grass touched the rock and the water

The flag kept the breeze askance

Waving to the remnants of a day

I was about to open my shoes

And step out of my self

Harbouring some thoughts, with no answers

How many white sails must have left

These shores never to return

Or think of the first occupants

That traded their lives to reach the shores

Of new found land

No past could heed them

No futures to insure

The white dove

The last one was waving in the wind

Having some moments to spare

Between the rock and the waves

The remnants of a day stood its ground