Musing 13 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

All souls are awake staring constant the splendor,
The hallowed cross in corner bearing the divine heavy
Forbidding bystanders to low the lids ere midnight prayer.
No constraint brings them here, nither any order from visible power,
No band from armory nor any aged musical conscription
Trouble their fasting minds to bring out the best of Carole.
Angels of sweetened tunes flap their lustures beneath the caving roof
To chase the dust of evils and pains till the exit door.
When the dawn breaks after the holy book read,
Amen to all hardships and toils with Lord blessings upon the retiring faithful.