River16 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Under the dangling clouds in riverside
If the rains be outspoken so frequents
About the anals of a dream roughly fallen
In to the grasses and dead leaves uncultivated
Would be the divine again under the beaming moon.
Occult darkness of the drench headed night
Might not share the words of welcoming two hearts
Which borne the current of the pensive rejuvenation
Even within the pale hue of ageing blood
Overriding the drifting fears in the day clear.