Musing 107 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

We shall not recall the dead anyhow
For their deeds ill eclipsed the better moon
As the perceptions enliven upon the groaning pains
That they could hardly be engaged for making us accountable.
It was the fault grave of wombs indifferent
To the bosoms heaving not spontaneous
At crucial hours when the north star down almost.
Wolves thronged the cradles in human veils
Denying kinship of sea currents carried the hopes alive.
Generations are buckled under the magnitude huge
Of debts unpaid for pilferage the blood of brotherhood.