Musing 91 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Bats are hinging on the top of trees
Under the darkness of leaves congested
Avoiding the generous sun rays exposing.
Bats are construed specie happiest in unfair earth
Living upon the abode of peace without any sordid disturbances
Amid comforting cooling ambience with eyes drooping.
They will not barter the slumber precious anyhow
In lieu of offer wandering on scorching days
And will be fattened and prosperous more under night care
As they know how easy to pierce the veins laboring.