Analyzia 33 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

What I disperse as air uncomforting and incompatible
Is itself the enquiring self for mine profilgacies and deceipts
In dispensation to justify the blurred visions
Waylaid the eves drops of muttering conscience.
A complete self with apparent fairness of nature dejected
Complying the wishful hankering of mistaken mirth
Being laden with inactuals in the bruise flowerets
Wherein no bridal moon soon over the bedside.
Perhaps the supreme light much above the skye manifestation
May bend my logical extent towards the underneath.