Analyzia 38 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

After the drummers end there is silence,
An omnipresent master in the bonafide circle
Whipping the truant deviations for utmost consolidation
Before daring the flickers on rings for trespassing
With knighted vision in accuracy for safe passage,
King of the moments having majestic glance at inevitable
Growls not even in sharp pain of ceaseless prickings
Till the endeavours having moral breeding in wilderness.
After the withdrawals a recess with air meditating
Blowing forth amicably dousing the fiery remnants.