Musing 203 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Sensation vibrant counts the staple mosses
Grown upon the bones in recess of rains.
Men with horses harness the rapid round of lake
Storming upon the soft surface of voices
Which may proffer the dirges before the sun set.
Shorter waves wet the spider nets compressed
Within the veins to supplant the waning brain,
Eyes oppressed by time sleze are more blackened
In desires covert for a slight embrace
Concealing the heads drooping on bedside.