Musing 160 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

It is unfair to knock the doors of dead
Under the maze of midnight stars
To let know the meaning of happiness.
Generation that was less
understood and forgotten
In comfort of the lousy bed and for brazen wealth,
Can not be expected to come to our aid
With hands open to fill our empty baskets,
The mammoth chasm between livings and dead
For our continuous intercourses with the demures irresponsible
Will work for furtherance of the damages irreparable.