Apropos 3 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Temporal joys are like the shadows in scorching sunlight,
Human souls being exhausted and tormented seek the cool,
But with the course of sun dwindling shadows vanish
And again under the same sun bite with much more fury.
Morning ripen to noon and afternoon and fall on eventide,
Shadows again start to flourish under the care of trees
Or behind the home stead building; temporal recess before advancing night.
Poor soul being ever troubled at mire of wealth, health and frictions,
A condemned dolphin clueless in the mad waves of sea tempest
Or a roasting lamb on seething charcoals till the last day of departure
Runs after a light transient to rescue himself from heart burning,
Leaf frogs from one shadow to another, under fest, feast or in addiction,
Hair split the loss and gain, rubbing balm on cuts and carbuncles.
Drowned hopes and eclipsed inspiration resurfaced with dawn
And mourning mind tries another day to survive and breath.
In running time belt hardship and comfort like dancers hand in hand, in unison,
Men and women scouting each exigency and in bath of hope and hopelessness.
Few souls knowing the jest of life like a bird caged pine for a free flying
In the sky of eternal peace and silence, in the clouds of golden knowledge,
Sometimes tweet the high thoughts and adieu the compulsions and subjugations
To the comfort and discomfort; high souls spell the meaning of life.
Night perpetual arrives not with the harp of droning beatle or nocturnal
But with cool hours and with the fires in sky, a friendly angel of joy,
Born not out of natural womb but from the black letter of book and scripts,
Mind glows with soothing beam of complete moon, a proper human is born therein.