Musing 206 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Eyes before the eyes how sincere in complaining
For sharing not the odour sweet of common red rose
Even expiring of several springs in utter diffidence for single root
Although the flower tiny survived with glory amid tempests several.
This flower only bears the casting missive as of the eyes surreal
Painting the hearts obedient in color of blood pirated from outer veins,
The queued years in vain with words subservient to the civil course
Yet drop the promises upon the field uncultivated for the decades
And water vaporing from the pond adjacent reaffirm the dryness
Of outer and inner gulf left uncared for the seasons of weeds growing.