River 8 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Old river swells in raining constant
As if some glaciers oozing out in river bed
Begets the mighty flow never before had.
Flooded bowers and drowning bushes on spilling river bank
Specale insufficient deluge than last tears drawn
In the late hour of midnight on each eyes corner
Formatting rivulets for concealed desperation.
This river will sank again conceding the winter dryness
And to be in hilt of rugged slits and sands
But closer to the glimpse admiring one forever.