Musing 199 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Shall I wait prolong for full moon rise
Upon the snowy peaks in the alien land
When the full throated cuckoo sings the spring?
Heart syncs with bird's unseen strings in garden exterior
For the sinking self in drowsy afternoon maze,
Sweet dreams germinate in fancied template
Maturing the pain of distance to withhold
The tears invisible from dripping through the memory lane
As may soft feathers all of this bird abroad
Will be sufficient to cloak the distress perenial.