Musing 163 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Our virtual vision often miss the light
Concurrent with the genesis of actual,
Master light from the boat of lamp eternal
Is floating self upon the gleaming water ebulent
With timeless tunes mesmerizing the hearts
But losing often among the lights distracting and pale
And slips out from our perception range swiftly
Towards the delta of absolute silence and credence
Where this water way comes under the sea embrace
Ending voyage by the boatman for divine mooring.