Musing 172 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

I have not seen the pyramids
Nor treaded upon the roads of dead city
As mine self in the cross road of evening
When men and women are in bats flying
Having wings upwards with downward swings.
Spirits obidient to homewards rushing
Spirits obeying the weired callings for outings
With attires gleaming descending towards the same entities
In triangle sympathies to the little prince
And profound blessings for the princesses wanton.