Sonnet Mondal (Asansol)

The table of logs-
Were crawling up in my eyes;
And then Jumbling
As I tried to swallow them
From mouth to heart.

Each time I tried to grasp them-
In my mind’s cage
Some were pushed open.

My masters told me to avoid this
And replace swallowing by chewing,
But this shortcut can create a record! !
And what if I fail?
Just a week’s sad trail.