Apropos 2 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

There have been moments dry, there have been moments wet,
Our minds like river bed either with water or with sand.
Break a day in hours, in minutes and second or a month or year,
You will find varied particles of our going by, floating souls
In quite water, in waves of sea, in rocky way,
Minds spread branches everywhere, spread and gather leaves and flowers,
Roots of our existence quietly go underneath for succor,
Hearts reflect the radiance of happy hours and gloom of despondence.
Human beings like open river bed flowing quietly or in flooding rage
Ere being fallen to perch earth like a rivulet and gushing out wet.
Young river slim playful in simmering current of emotion and palpitation,
In mid course with enlarged subsistence start to carry the burdens,
Sometimes flow freely with rocks, mud and sand and sometimes in hindrance,
Hardly find any channel in the carnival of hyacinths and unknown weeds.
Uncertain the hours, minutes and seconds, loitering spirit for peeping opportunity
And all misgivings fade away with positive calling of sea to mingle profoundly,
Here he assumes the biggest opening being embolden by strong hands of sea,
All the weeds and burdens overhead vanishes to the ire of waves.
Next comes the sagacity and the birth of a saga of long drawn life
In various moods and moments, many friendly and unfriendly passes
And that childe rivulet travelling miles toward the basin drops to the gigantic
Where all his brotherly souls find the meaning ultimate of life and birth,
All enjoying in celestial mirth at Heaven garden where no single flower withers or fruit dries.