Apropos 5 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Some beginnings have an early end, premature self fled with the elf,
Receive the scant hours to read the life and behold the universe and departed.
Still few of them left the grave marks, immense contributions for perpetual thanksgivings
By the posterity; rest are unsung but their young breath can be felt by the livings,
in the stuffed corridor of houses or in a room or in garden end at winter afternoon.
Hearts ceased, physically dissolved after some torment, short or long in wee hours,
But souls after brief wandering descend to our near, some recognize and mostly forget.
Sometimes between the brief passage of air or in twilight or in full moon night
Negotiate with a moment rare and assume the self like a shadow in night backyard
Under the strong watch of the stars and planets; moves around their former dwellings
Like the bubbles in the air in desperation for brief manifestation before the mourners.
Otherwise they interpolate with the wakeful minds tempting to rejuvenate the fading
Memories still to be expired; few memories might be lettered or be whispered in tears.
Fatigue souls on endless posture in vain hope of emancipation from the land of birth,
As they perspire under the pressure of air, forming shadows dissipate and lost,
Spirit inconsolable sometimes burst in wails or in tears dry for futile rendezvous
With us thus turning the lively palaces so haunting; some fly to elsewhere
And some cursing those for uncanny consequence; hallowed sufferings dim all
The wealth glittering whom with we play as we can not sniff their presence
In stiff existence or in the distractions of all earthly goals, for trifles ignoble.
Those still breathing hardly know that souls living or with trimming shadows,
All wandering for fancied existence at least for an hour or day hassle fee or hardship,
Percolation of hopes from one spirit to another; ageless dreamers in the wonderland,
Where blood running or cold run through the same vein for identical end
To the marshland of oblivion or beneath the
Comfort of bushes on sunny day and in the heath under the care of cold moon and two worlds grin to eachother for such short encounter.