Analyzia 80 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Mists are moving towards the next hill
Leaving issues on the lonely bare heath
For splitting justifiably the space vacant,
Downhill clear looking thrust the clouds upward
Entangling the remnants of dews reeking
Before the crest fallen over the soft cheek.
What pivotal in end hour looks at beginning
For next dawn incredible with red leaning,
Is redeeming the frost gathering peaks
Solidifying the moist freezing at summer end.