Analyzia 55 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Somehow this constellation of cells in the hanging garden
Lengthening and down looking like the arcade of vine from pulpit
Forever tremble even sans the wind formidable for justification,
This rapid expanses in and around the self juxtaposing livings with dead
In vanity of simpliciter for the confident root causes unsubstantial,
Shrunken lots in hours demanding before the crater of wake up volcano
Be cooled down by immediate rain incessant overflowing the void,
Will lay the prayers fervent rather for clear day with robust sunshine
Echoing not from the credible hill in highness of rhythm felt universal
Wherein the sound deafening of the rocks fallings seeking not any pause.