Musing 169 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

This midnight music in my ear
Having tunes mysterious of different genre
stunning the entire sub conscious self within.
The unclear rending from some distant universe
Neither being under the charm of sweetest melodies
Nor deserving for sound refusal for tunes wanting
Is all together quite mesmerizing for drowsy ears.
Perhaps the daughter of master lyre harmonizing the lives
Breathing under air moving either or standstill forever
Towards the better days dispersing the blind fold mists.