Musing 53 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Our formidable debt towards the stars in darkness
And our largesse for the moonlight splendid
Will never open the gate of heaven enchanting,
Sweating souls in summer repressing or trembling in unchaste cold
Drowning gradual inch by inch within quick sand of arteries.
Fair blood finds no channel to redeem the drowning selves,
Inundated lots hover round the unnatural taste
On lure of unlocking their chests of yesteryears
That never be opened under the siege of genuine sighs
Of the travelers estranged from our blood running.