Musing 97 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Looking inside of myself in first morning
I found nothing within to be boast of.
A container oversized filled with stuffy air
And some stale water with some ideas swimming.
They are never my concepts belonging
Which I harbored under the care of lamp
With light insufficient to read between the lines.
My concentration truant ran amok without gear
Pursued the delicacies several in feast lavish with weak digestion
And now being digested self by ignorance proficient.