Musing 181 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Our alienating selves often quicken
The chill embrace of feelings being highly incapable
To wade the sea fomating with waves of troubles.
Diffident souls alluding the warm hands of divine help
To erase the distances amid the islands of surmises
Floating obscure in the heavy raining of fate.
Foul horizon blowing wind adverse on mind passage
Robbing away the cardiac confidence
Through the bloody tumultuous in sense raven
Rendering all prayers obsolete through muddy spillages.