Musing 136 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

O lonely man! Where to hide the self
On fear of encounters terrible with the hungry eyes?
Ill fed Woolf of night prolong with growls spiralling
Can hardly be invited in the lavish feast of impossible
Where lions giant split the etching stomachs of dead
To fathom the depth of satiety craving more
The least of supper left by the engravers
Of the sky magnificent proclaiming knighthood
Of fires different quite from the sparking minds
That seldom can set the bushes ablaze.