Musing 171 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Those are in rounds of the blinking stars
Can hardly be visible as those under the moon light,
Obscure selves like the flies moving at night
Will not race with meteors to steal the prominence.
Weighty marvels traversing the cosmos in silence
For piercing the mists of mysteries and unknown
With perception profound to chart the ways amid darkness
Towards the center of meanings decipherable and conclusive.
A likely self blowing out not the air condensed
Like the bubbles gleaming riding upon the sea waves.