Edina-20 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

The moon is down, soft air dispersing the short clouds,
We are here, there and nowhere.
Better to seek the empty craters under sea drowning unfathomable,
Drown, drown, drown with grave silence beneath as yardstick
To measure how much earth have we left and how long years
Have we slept amid the mid way chorus after our birth; cat calls,
Boundless barking, ruthless howling, candid whimper, illicit whispers,
All rode the high headed horses in every street corners and swept fast,
Tireless family souls so unfamiliar with each other and had hardly bothered
To know the last abode ere such terrified rolling from spiral slumber,
That's forever companion sort from first crying to journey grave yard.
Tell me who were alive whom we knew, , on whose vein warm blood flowed,
We welcomed all sorts of souls in this lousy church backyard with silent snow
And shuffled them in mid night in accordance to their rows in social life
After the tolling bell slept for a day and mourners passed the shadows of dead.
Alert mind does not know whither our gliding self ever closely be followed
By curious angels or whether we were looking odd with grasses grown over our breaking bones.
What we sought we have got and sinking further no more, no more,
As the majestic silence with arms open and bosom wide
Welcoming us so dearly in such standstill sea bed where time and water
Playing with each other and nodding serpent weeds provide gentle winds,
The roaring waves come and go, sometimes tides lower or high
With all noises outwards but guarding sincerely the deft reticent sea God
In whose condensed lap hides the priceless wealth of the life best moment,
Time to be lost forever in stony meditation and to discover the meaningful hours among the fishes and whales,
Having a steady understanding of minds each other through snails and oysters,
Timeless messengers of hassle free flow.
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