Anayzia 68 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Words within movements of tounge perched
In shrinkage of cares humid from desert blown,
Thousands moth roaming headed beyond the bay
Will obey the distant little boats with spot lights.
After the sun rising remains of dust from the flights
Aglow the silent ebb back tracking the shattered waves,
Above the curly hills speeches rubbing the rocky creeks
As clouds splitting for generation twisted in apparent sprint,
Raining in consistency for debt enlivened with peaks spiral
Before the erstwhile sea corresponds mists for foggy hunts.