Musing 86 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Those hurling their birth towards haze
Of faint stars beams through the branches standstill
Cooling their heels under the darkness complete.
Hunger with clever jackals moving slow
With sense cautious for not to be spotted
Hardly complete their rounds around the moon.
Bats looking although diving high and low
Pursuing the moonshine percolating upon the surface
Can not impart a complete vision of outer space
Leaving the generations more amazed.