Musing 130 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Render the chicks of wind convenient
Those peeping through the leaves with tender beaks
For flight maiden towards the openings.
May be they are from the nests of improper shapes
Denied the rightful entry of the sunny days
By heaps of grasses dead in spaces insufficient.
Perhaps the birds nestling are undone by the dark confines
Pulling back the generations from gaining height natural
Amid the inviting sky azure by wandering spontaneous
And pressing ever still to uphold the infirm glories.