Analyzia 47 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

What matters if the plasms bubble over the faces
In continuity to weed out the fungal growths,
Having all total extraneous consideration than selfserving.
The ceaseless expansion of itching selves in horizon behind
Redrawing the length of twilight after the sun set
And dispense the natural endowments with blacken spell
Rerolling the waves reverse till customizing the goals
Skirting the absoluteness with gigantic stone,
Sitting pretty over the retinal thrones with myopic largesses
In critical hours with last drying water in glucoma.