Musing 38 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Our first crying is mere self greetings
Amid the voices sudden from the solitude of womb.
Infant musing reckoning the wave of dreams
With smiles approving in cradling wonder,
Testament of being in swirling motion on life invigorate.
Time to lit the maiden fire pure on the soul pedestal
In holy name of loving propensity of mind unblemished,
Few will zenith high, mostly flicker and rest will go off,
Pointing fingers tiny trembling towards the sea,
Closet with times voyaging tossing upon the sounding horizon.