Analyzia 7 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Here is our end logical in last looking horizon
Where the night and day having equal presence
Hardy persist to rise above the sun and moon,
The master painter with all colors of rainbow
Being busy perpetually for opening the window
Through the canvasses wherever thy fingers caressing.
Upon the icy shod all foot falls echo the silence sheer
Even a gentlest tread piles up the solitude cloud breaking,
After the every round distance compounds and calibrates
To navigate the discourses that we had in a summer noon.