Musing 31 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Some send offs have return, some have none,
Estranged time has a moment looking back
Imagining not that the dead end of parleys.
Roving earth shuffling ever mankind distant and near,
Proximate souls lumbering on the globe
Never been shattered of hope being apart,
Still the blissful face divine have no moon rising
Constraining the blinking eyes to share the gloom.
Boy, standing upon the human shore days and night,
Making heads count murmuring the name forever.