Musing 63 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Earth heavier for those who can count the bones
Of a generation and refuse to breath the stupid air
Those in ugly dancing on fever of heart tempest
Trooping the auditorium with the faces swapping,
Hunters night blind in dedicated forest way
And being hunted by roaring branches in darkness.
Pleasures in actual illuminate the jumping cup board
Eves drop the gentle ears to cut the bread nonsense
With master cheers from the captured deer's sleek
Boars are marching to join at illegitimate parleys.