Few Scribbles Poem by shuvo chakraborty

MEASURE THE LIFE WITH EYES ALL SUBTLETIES
AND FIND TO WHAT DEGREE WORLD HAS CHANGED
SINCE OUR EARLY CHILDHOOD; OUR CELESTIAL BONHOMIE.
HAPPY DAYS DWELT ON US IN CONTINUITY
WE RACED TO ALL PLEASURE FIELD UNDER CAREFUL WATCH OF PARENTS
AND CREDITED JOYS IN LORDS BASKET BY BOISTEROUS CLAMOURS.
SUCH A LIGHT HOURS WE HAD CROSSED
SUCH A HEAVENLY MOMENTS WE HAVE LOST.

NOW AT MIDDLE COURSE OF LIFES STREAM
WHILE STROLLING OVER LONELY HOUSES SPACIOUS ROOF
FINDING SEVERAL MAN STALKING AROUND US,
OUR GROWN UP LIDS FOR TIRED RETIRING
BRINGS THE SPECTER OF FEMINE JOYS.
LIFES HEAVY HOURS WITH ALL OBLIGATIONS AND SPITES
SATURATE THE FREE FLOW OF MIRTHS.

SOMETIMES BEAUTIES OF MARVEL GLOW
WALK WITH US IN FANCY, CLUTCHING OUR FEEBLE HANDS,
INVITING CHILLING FERVOR WITH AMOROUS SETTING
TO PROVE QUITE DISAPPOINTING AT OUR LADIES HUSH DINNER CALLS
ERE COLLAPSING ON OUR DUSTY BEDS WITH ALL STERILE DREAMS.
NEXT DAY BEGINS WITH ANOTHER LIFE NOT ACTUAL
CHILDREN OF YESTERYEARS ARE NOW THE MAN, SONS OF IN ACTUAL