River 2 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Aging river shrinking on length and breath
Much before the summer evening cauldron,
By the night it will scourge the lost course
Amid the hyacinths kingdom upon wide marshland.
Pictusqe eyes desires drawn in invalid hours
With slimmer course of feeble currents underneath
Is all the river between the bosoms stagnated,
May swelling for brief hours in raining intense
Caressing the fingers old through the barren expanse
For measuring the perforce depth once had.