Etc9 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

The river we have crossed
Is river of joys, of sorrows, of forget fullness.
The endless journey that we started
Since our deliverance to mother Earth
Was too casual without having any visible Ark.
There were fishes, snakes terrible and vipers
But still we meet with each other
Behind dense sherbs and weeds of immature naivity
With chilling blood of slight liking, of bubble infatuation.
That's all with no remarkable flood of passion;
Thus the river remained mostly dry, full of quick sands
But still we survived and drifted apart on shallow water
What we took as sea by utter simplicity
As we were not born in age of complexity.
Now we loiter on same river bank
Commemorating our missing moments
Which appear like most precious gold
That we ignored as base metals once.
Dry month, dry season, dry summer
No petals, no roses, no glamour,
Rootless stretching of balance life by
Pressing dusty wind on vacuum hearts
With short lived hopes that's too joking
Most unfit to trust, to digest, to nurture.
We are surely in shamblance of trying fortitude
To withstand the forth coming more bitter deluge in raven life,
Of utter uncertainties, of broken dreams, of meaningless afternoon.
May we share our depreciated years
But not with single drop of futile tears
Since we born in dry months without water.