River 21 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Time to tread upon the river bank
And to disperse the last of day whatever
And to float upon the canopy lean moon
For churning out the meaning of dark lips.
If they are so haunting sizzling the stars
To run parallel through million years in silence
For delving aimless amid the curious vault
Having all the grandeur of sooth fire setting
Being concealed so curt behind the chin
With eyes winking courting the bliss indefinite.