Musing 176 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

There has been no stop over towards the evening
How much waxes be melted in the candle stands,
After twilight our journey towards the darkness
Without any arbitrage for the cause of day light
From the haven being comfortable with the stars
Merges in our hearts to see the dull faces bright.
Obnoxious calls of the owls from the obscure woods
To celebrate the servitudes of mice holes in bed corners
Wherefrom the winking eyes deflecting the moon light
Towards the alleys where the fairies are flatting yesterday.