Thought4 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Winter fogs are delving over city
Like birds of prey with breathless cold
Each drops moisten your lips
Passing a shivering kisses like beloved.
The last afternoon sun that brought comforting warm
Meekly knocking the door of grey sky,
Her face is looking fresh and green
So the ferns on your houses boundary
The lady sweeten your last night is
Preparing morning tea and may
Offer another warm day before the owls cry.
Your heart looks frozen, vision refreshing,
The city lass hurrying her motion, looking fern.
Last night dreams were obnexious and shortened
By lack of refreshing air,
The big leaves plant placed indoor
Refused to loose its folds
Complaining the same stuffiness that brought the early slumber
Passion of night slept well before meeting the quite air chill and cold.
The city roads are silent
As if mourning for last winters deaths........
Morning news breaking the party times
In cosy hotel taken on last night
With so many fairies dancing with clever faces.
Thy daughter is waiting for her school bus
Is closely followed by some hungry dogs whom she offers loaves,
The soft thinking and all tender gatherings of fancies in your heart
Withered with the fretful angry gentleman
Quarlling with a poor fish woman.
At nine you may put your new poem online
Staring on gleaming screen of monitor
The dead fishes stared on you
Like the old beggar
Whose nonchalant beard hanging over empty bowels calling for pitying alms.
She sat on your lap, like a placid frame of assuring lover
Paying incisive gaze on the corner of your soul
Memories of childhood with her
Appearing red like roses of autumn bloom.
Self indulgence is the very word you ever paid a thoughtful scorn
When in classroom you saw a lady quite unlettered about eternity
Masquariding all academic will being too indulgent on self looking
The fogs are on full swing over the places of higher learnings
Speeding air of demerits singing pean for unfit Aristotles
The teacher genuine is returning to oblivious recluse
Bidding his painstacking learnings an unnatural farewell
The parrots over the large trees are drumming the death of positive hour.
The lady you saw in last year class room
The lad you saw in the last bench of obscurity
Are all fogs, gliding for unknown world.