In Cotemplation Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Cats are running around
Besieging all the burrows in sniffing jestures,
Blackened spirits in utter desperation
Seeking quivering mouse on holes.
Mouse that born on conscience depth
Brought up with faint knowledge
To charm the graves of moral saints
Are mulled and torn day by day
Reducing with awesome pace
Ere birth of genuine dawn-
Souls broking ruthless sins
Are abound with ghastly grim
Inviting devils grasshoppers
To herald the spring of crimes
In Lucifers hour convenient.
Poor souls of rhyme and reason
Partly re reflecting eternal light
On bossomless human prism bidding compassions hurried exit.
Squeezing Earth in spaceless cell
Of monster ignorance and deformed hell
Ever cornering the reformed voices
Before making the soften senses roofless and hopeless cloudy.
Cats are merrier with abounding preys
Feeding ignorances blunt satiety,
Merciless paws of greed
Find smooth soil enough to scratch
The tail piece morals heart inane open.
Handful tiny rats swearing morbidity
With blinking sorrows watch their killing zeal- -
A short wait for another new found grave.