Edina-5 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

The ghosts around us too clever, restless forever,
Blank souls having no substance and dance in equal distance.
The stale air from hell disperse them anywhere now and then
And in each moonless night invites their silent carnival
With embedded indoctrination in each unborn minds,
Puffing out the stupid joys from squared faces unseen,
As if these empty voices fall flats dashing the boneless ribs
Likesome the wild sea waves over the coral reefs.
This sound of ribs breaking have obvious dungeon looking
That deject our free flowing of enlightened guts
To take a flight to another earth having strong meaning.
In such long years of living we have no loss or gain,
Whatever tunes of deep pondering composed by us
Turned in to hopeless dirge for broken reeds,
And this land of perpetual night and weird spirits
Render no relief from scorn full heat and foolish air.
If ye too stubborn yet to prolong this nasty existence
And deriving bottomless joy with these departed friends
Who never had any existence or utterances to magnify the genuine love.
Mine self might have some perceived goal that yet been stolen
By these ghosts those dancing still around us with glee perceiving as friends.
Adding to our owes we know not who are our actually close to clone.
Therefore I exhort ye leave this world of empty fineries at earliest
In quest for another sincere land to tune our new strain,
Giving it a apt rhythm and strength that might help us
To trace the new earth if not heaven.