Analyzia 17 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Perhaps partly we are under the sun
And partly under the curtained clouds
Which persuades our spiralling confusion widening
To sparsely recognise the light and earth in grey properly,
Light insufficient alienates us from our conviction
And shadows of clouds interjects our mutual devotion,
Devotion for upright embraces to the noble troopers
Cutting forth the ignoble surceases upon partible bones,
We are in here to trace out the actuality of moral surfacing
Whether intermingled still with light and pale inconsistent.