Musing 182 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Trident happiness dwells in fateful arbor
Far from the upheavals of nudging woolf in hunger
With ehthuse spontaneous on digging for bones implanted
To be divested with complimenting howlings to the moon.
Some souls are in aberrance with wilderness of plentitudes
Will bifurcate the starry night with edge of wits
For reading too much about the lights blinking
Encompassing the art of leanings towards infinite.
Odour of prime roses will not recall them
For serving the tail pieces of dark causes.