Musing 81 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Prism is broken, faces real are apparent,
Dead are coming often foretelling the issues grim.
Shadows are growing of wider impression
Encompassing the souls under confused twilight
Men of letters are in fools attires looking absurd.
Masques are being worn faces behind by the schemers
Stratagems unholy spilled out from the bags of rulers.
Living are retiring early to bed on fear of jackals
Blood greener are under the sway of occult medication
Generations are growing more and more afraid of light.