Musing 99 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Those who have gone towards the beach
For pursuing the full moon over the sea,
Those who are hurrying for having glimpse precious
Of incredible red sun beams strewn over the snowy peaks
Will refuse to welcome the star of evening
Save for pale homage paying to the cordial deceased.
Hardly will they trek the pedestals of peaks
And will retreat fast before the waves chasing
As they are feet tied to measure the heights proper
And will fill the granery with wanting cultivation.