Musing 196 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Mind amends with the rays of perception moving
In the floor revolving obeying the crowning clock,
Feet behind the feet, hands behind the hands and faces
As if seem cordially streaming like the folks in ballet
Crisscrossing each other shadows although firmly embedded
In the traditional surface with the heap of customs leverage.
Creatures of all hues will not give the edge to temporal sufferance
And will pledge their dreams upon the crabs depth in sand heads,
Some may crawl with wigs partly displaced in late night huddles
Till be pulled out by hopes persuading for new conscription.