Musing 205 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

If the tentacles beneath the archaic skin
Titillate the sense unresponsive to the spine
Sharp and agile more than the spaniel cord
Who then will remove the discord within the blood?
Arrays of hairs in the breast having candid postures
Towards the full moon rising in shivering embraces
Have python chillness scaling the basalt ribs
Still unbroken and astute on likings oppressing
Being concious still about the roots under rocky sabotage
And will learn to live without the rain.