Musing 183 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Life begins on horizon where the sun sets
As the soften sense mutates with the heart of darkness.
Radiance actual is not from the sunny grace
But being enkindled with rapid appearance of starry bless
In the dense forest with passage easy
For pursuading the mind restless to meditate,
Another light is born with solitude companion
And mind overwhelmed by constant arrows of realisation
From the bows of emancipating vision.
The very forest is our home at midnight table
When time drifts away the self far from delusions.