Musing 51 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Obsessive mind clamors for escape
From stern looking compulsions haunted,
Thirsty swallow upon mid May sky roaming
With hope dissipating no cloudy reprieve.
Simple souls pleasure seeking on human coast
Hardly have time to toast the meditating corn field
And the cutlery of flowery weeds at backyard,
Spirits moving on damp fogs weltering the faint moonlight
For finding the leeway for quiet running from prison
Stoutly built to waylaid the salvation within.