Musing 124 Poem by shuvo chakraborty
Musing 124
Name me the beginer of human
constellation
Since the day of first tear fall
In the perched cave premises.
The ark of kind hearted voyager
With contemplation noble and gracious
To retrieve the last couple breathing
Amid the confine of flooding abyss
And rehabilitate them safe on island dry.
No matter who were they and did whatever
Scripted not the price of tears in desert.
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