River 19 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

After the rain there is still quite flow of river
Withstanding the temper of deluge in wee hour
And curt its usual course through the muddy arbitrage.
In the still bosom of widening field having uneven breath
Perspiring the summer edge concealed in the bowers
Whose hence dropping the remains of bygone clouds
Will hunt the smell of flowers wild and unknown forever,
Here time being confined in each towers of sun rays
Treading soft upon the drenched lee way amid the grasses
To ear the continuing echo of diffident yearnings of doves.