Musing 204 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

They celebrated the end game upon their breasts
Which put the night on fire being quietly spread
Beyond the circumference of muted breaths,
None bothered to measure the reach of haven
From the place where darkness accosted with delighted fineries,
Rhythm from lighted palace played upon the glowing heads
Under the blissage of steaming barbeque
With draughts of multi hue in motion serpentine
Justifying all the vows empathetic not belongs to the blood
But of some others else not in the limelight.