Musing 178 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Our sincere endeavours for endless clapping
To the dancers revolve around us forever,
Purging the inevitable sequences of thunders
From the inconsequential hours before the tempest
Will not displace the stars for abstract fears.
Drummers from the ineptitudes will count the moves
Of the dames stepping under drowsy moods
To bolster the denial of righteous solitude.
Pitfalls of temporals will subvert the fires external
To set our tents in ablaze for dancers sake.