River 9 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

May we haywire in the monsoon stream
Riding upon the little canopy at dead end of twist
With nerves upon the nerves and blood spoiling the blood too?
Cloud after clouds with shrouded moon
Spell the darkness deft roaming around  the bushes
Whereof the soft hairs cascading fallen upon the face
Enjoining the amaze with splitting dawn at night remains.
Wave after waves thrashing incessant the bare sense
Filling the granary with tender corns in sweeten hour
Never to be shared with sand laying underneath.