Musing 111 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Mound of books can not hide the day
To conceal the clouds on mind visage,
Clouds generated from hearts cornered
By fate watchful to prevent the water streaming
Improper eyes through bypassing the steady cultivation.
Way laid the merger of two pious brooks flowing spontaneous
From glacier same lapping over the tiny rocks by tender steps
Where two faces happiest counted the affectionate breathings,
By driving each other towards the distant wilderness
Forcing to settle with the rivers different in silent mourning.