Etc 16 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Ask me not
Where have I seen a heart frozen.
In a dark crater of steep mountain ridge
Whose each saddle hardly receive any ray
Of coldest Sun
And high headed forest run till be stopped by snowy peaks.
You can call it a grave, a dungeon on heaven breast
Where each way embraces icy wind
And quench the thrust with flying mist
Till be soften their self with moonlit dreams
And went to sleep with pillows of drench grasses
Under swift reels of gushing streams.
Here I had found a frozen heart with millions dream
All not washed away in rainy seasons
But alert not on any moon beam
Ply not on lively snows
Nor beget the passionate warmth of sunlight glows.
Who knows how long years
It is in tempt of cold left it's natural home
And on what expectation lie so low
Within orchids and snow?
My confused, curious musing self
Drove my freezing legs towards it
Perhaps to know whose wealth it is
Hidden in lonely grave on nature perchance.
And on my maiden glimpse
I shivered profoundly seeing
the brooding face of mine on frozen elf
After greeted my warm self
With quite rebuke as if telling me
Where have ye loitered so long
burying thy precious concious self in heaven
And sought unconscious ye in hell and fire?