River 18 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

If the autumn air disperses the clouds over the river
Unsettling the rain imminent how brief might it had been
Will at least be freshen the drapes greenery for few moments.
May the nature shot a light glimpse of piety towards the vacuum,
The vacuum of a myth being cudgeled upon our soft shoulders
Spreading over the years in serpent moves at vision enclosure
That too heavy upon thine eyes extracting choked onlooking
And pushes another to wilderness in search of glistening vicinity.
The specter haunt rumblings of neck moving will not generate noises
To cluster the beaked solitude from the kingdom of pale estrangement.