Analyzia 31 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Thrice the sands are marked and segregated
Thrice the spasm air obsoletes the cult,
Fantastic scissors in ignoble swift cauldron
Cut the plastered prohibition of momies in solitude
For embankment of the perched drifting of odds
Where azure look water never fastened any course
In kind intimation of sharp extinction of ferns,
Here nothing exotic born sans extracting the prices heavy
From the uneven bargains of toils unprofeesed
Before the posterity for overdue applauses and sainthood.