Musing 179 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

There is no need to break the sleep of Pharaoh
Nor measuring the weightage of golds inexplicable
As no medicant can revive the moral deceased
Or any gold smith to melt the untouchable glitters.
Souls magnifying the metals with precision
Sitting upon the rock beds of situations
Will ask for favours from the shadows archaic
Falling upon the desert reflecting sphinx generations,
River looks dried more much before the sun set
As the earth magnetic conceals the clouds manuvering.