Musing 141 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

If we can not merge our veins mutually
Then what is the meaning of blood running?
When the bloods are sitting pretty under the twilight
Of misgivings and misinterpretations of births noble
And fattening the devil belly with satiety undeserving
Then all the prayers how much sincere may be
For self benediction will lost with the dying gale.
Minds bereft of self confidence and ungrateful
To the our achievements for hardships mitigated for mankind
Will ever fly in the wilderness of pale servitude.