Musing 100 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Spirits gathered in autumn evening
celebrating the  homecoming of brief afternoon
With justified high reason appropriate
No More to be spotted in lingering day.
Bubbling souls of every ages at familiar ground
Will pattern their lust  in every nook behind the  sprouting bush
Unlike the year before when they were under the moral tree.
A rendezvous with moon mellowed by nocturnal temptations
To be melted soon under the steady fire of  bosoms
Giving unjust pinches of  bonny ribs improperly fixed.