Etc 15 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

My divided lots, my self and winking eyes
Like a broken lotus with floating petals
Under the indifferent cloudy moon
Being charmed by clubbing dews
Cloting mine last disappointed blood line
That from self serve earth of aliens souls
Which never was and had been.

In midst of ice cool lake
Blinker moon half hidden in sense
And rest is mutated to the glacier of charmed dead
Under the failed foliage of comforting forgetfulness.
Still these icy chunks lightly yellowish
Overtake the sharp lake water for all dullness
And the lost charm wont return till another Earth born.

All the petals strewn over beloved lake
Like a rhythm light consist of thousands bells
Encircle the speckled string of watery waves
Which never had so well tuned
Till all of my dews craftly born
Lend them lost voices living of sensual symphony
To welcome another generation warmly.