Musing 128 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

If the solemn power is for our birth responsible
If the heaven is the confirm abode of souls
Why then hearts are in the mele of decadents?
Our prinstein journey towards the kindered solitude
Is often marred by the knowledge wanting about the space
With vision cloudy to galvanize the faith
Towards the winged angels having sober messages
For our true embodiment towards the trunked way
By gaining height on furlong each compatible well
To comprehend the missions unaccomplished.