Musing 60 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

There has been no supernatural wand
Turning the languishing rock to solid gold
Nor any healing hands to mend the gaping holes
Or angels digging the graves for comfortable slumber.
What we perceive and see are not the virtual end,
It is no nonsense jumping over universe curious as well,
May be living and dead sharing the same arrogant bed
Or parading the brotherly heads unfaithful to cross.
How many times humans be mislead by charms and stratagems
Good sense rode high always with reasons invincible.