Cinna-3 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Lonely bird flies over the sky
In mid winter noon; lean shadow
Drops on the chill air and sun is clear.
Beneath the toy city, mansions with masked surround
Looking high, rising each over heads
To trace out the lineage beyond last greenery.
Millions soul crisscrossing each other
On the thousand roads and alleys,
Some in silence, some with barks but in pain
Tossing the toiling faith now and then
On the dusty thumb nail in narrow openings.
Gambling beauties command the famous city corners,
Riders on fastest mood tune the city mood
With honking lyres; deep vision lay bare
And run over by thousand automobiles.
Skeleton feelings in ugly hanging over pale flyovers
And underneath skinny loves all alike rummage lukewarm sun rays.
Bird still fly over looking for aloof branch
As it must hatch in next autumn
Ere its trimming shadow lost in evening darkness.