River 15 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Oh! hear the trumpet of errors from the river side
Being played swiftly by the drummers eternal
Enhancing our agony for follies of yesteryears,
What are gained or regained and lost forever
In the moist air amid the pallid dark fantasy
Which was denied the just full moon light bath.
In the lengthy years nothing transpired among ears
And sweet corns were carried over beyond our visions
That solidifies the hunger for better emancipation
Towards the azure of haven among twittering larks.