Musing 23 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Musing 23

Fair eyes, carriage of gestures,
Compass of mind bodily wrapped,
Feelings at heart temperate the sense,
Words hidden pouring out of eyeballs roving,
Pierce the pinning self by potent meaning.
Black holes confounding as eternal mystery
Enticing the excited manhood to drown deeper
In swirling deluge leaving no exit.
Poor explorer blindfold in the peak of high hills,
Loosing breath beneath the heaving submits.

Saturday, January 6, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: explorer,leaving
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