Here Is Nothing Continuous Poem by Asis Biswas

Here is nothing continuous
/here all are contagious
/sorry, i am mistaken
/i am shaken
/granted now i have taken.

Here thing are all continuous
/and things need not be always contagious
/it is subjective/never a collective
/feeling insane
/feeling saint.

Ants run in a line
/from one hole to another dine
/clean soil granules piled at the neck of their nest
/at their best
/wind flows &light glows
/it's day time, so people claw & fill the hollows
/inside industry heavy noise
/people talk in loud voice.
there is a target -always my friend
/in scattered mind frame.

Heavy dust accumulate on young trees leaves
/but heavy group of grass at beneath tremendous beauty it keeps /now the time continuously move
/does his job -brings despair and hope.