Analyzia 51 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Whatever sincere efforts to plug the lumps growing
Upon our beings bereft of reasons convincing
Are completely blood fed unjustly vitiated
Having unfaithful implications not adjudicated.
Each adolescent beget the stranger feelings
Washing their tender feets in mirages cryptic,
Older cells absconding behind the dark veils
Transpiring all the uncanny majesties of servitudes
For the trooping advancements in the road
Forging the dead end trying ahead of flag offing.