Musing 200 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

I walked with my shadows steady
Partly bent and waddled all through my way
And refused to settle for a logical ends
Till the spirit myself dwindled complete.
Under complete darkness I found all my known faces
Curious about my well beings and perpetual address,
I found myself in mele of unjust gatherings
Sharing each other tounges with absurd babbles.
Nothing was understood in the penthouse of fools
Save the souls giggle in their teethers.