River 3 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Black clouds bring the confirmed rain
Upon the savage breast of empty field,
Thunder unstoppable from the white clouds rear
Whittle down the cold air through the bowers
And tired river swells on the easy chair.
Next come rafters around the high wooden bank
Pondering to jump over the nervous lamp
That hardly can contain the fire with magnetic charm,
Another round of splash reasoning the monsoon shower
To cleft the barren land in quest of estranged source.