Analyzia 9 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

If we see another moon or a new afternoon
Or the framed faces that never our belongings 
Then fly for better noon much before the night 
With fancied rising dome by sculptures immortal 
Not to be toppled in low laying wind of wee hour.
That's the feature concrete not of murmuring bones
But from stout dissipation of complete laugh unblemished
Lengthening only the pinning to live more and more 
Within the uncertain kingdom of consecrated departures
Even not the mouse stirring even with soul constrained.