Apropos 7 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

All roads do not go to the heaven nor to the hell, believing self
pawn their souls to the miracle; infant drops from maternal pleasure
Of dark womb breath the maiden air of universe first and endorses the homecoming
By meek crying not from any sorrow or pain but to self ignite the drowsy soul
That was impasse in streaming blood; near and dear pay obisience to the divinity
For happy end and obituary to the medicant as an ancient holy tomb; grave denial
Of human achievements and manhood underlying the meek servitude to invisible
Fire, the fancied ire of whom dump these hens towards the corner of temple end
And through out the entire living being fretter by the weighty chain of blindness.
Every human soul born afresh and the e babe crossing the stream of infancy starting
To gather rust of prejudices, generations old and white haired hunters of divine grace
Being too much burnt with hardship and hurdles bequeath the fables of miracle
Upon the tender minds; another generation of weeds and grasses are born ungoverned
By premium self confidence; mammoth spillage of master spirit renders them toiling specimens
To carry out the cudgel of obligations keeping the civilization afloat and drown himself to abyss
Of gross ignorance; although few chicks being uncommon and prodigal having strong legs to
Stand apart from the herd and in every age defining the supreme manhood imparting fruitful knowledge, flying banners proudly adumbrate what men can achieve transcending every odds.
Even then men of letters too often falling prey in the divine net and gasping for air after failing
To reconcile the logic and illogical beings; like fishes some able to escape to swim free and rest
Like blind billions borrow the weak stick and often trespass the barb of reasons being too
Weak to withstand before the eternal fire of black letters that can not be stolen by Adonis
From heaven; when will these hapless fools, laboring self forever will redeem their lost vision
And fall on the feet of great ARISTOTLE or PLATO or SOCRATES and will end the game of
Self deception in the name of education? When mankind in unison will proclaim their self confidence and the greater glory of self achievements not by any blessings of invisible things but by self sacrifice, iron perseverance and by self governance of conscience and wit, brilliance magnitude.