Edina-14 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

We have not done any good to others or have breathed any positive hours
For our brethren in the mother world or brought any diamond from the wealthy cosmos.
Rather the heaps of disappointments and shabby wonders.
Although we cohibited with promising fair galaxy and walked in a light year quite comfortably,
But yet not know to measure the depth of sorrows and pensive joys.
We only read each our face under the close watch of stars and planets
And avoided the meteors and comets being afraid of their fiery self.
Pledged our wandering feelings to the distant hazy moon
And lost everything when she eclipsed under the sunny dale.
Earth appeared like tiny apartment of clumsy souls and gray,
Faces known in the world and the relations immersed in black hole,
Stranger darkness and mystic void ordained our souls.
The earth which we found in real looking gray, lesser green and less fruitful,
Carrying mammoth load of hurrying men and women like an obedient porter
Before hurling them either in a grave or in a savage dungeon like a unsung garbage,
Much before these roaming dead let know the reason of their abrupt ends.
As we have not done any goods to others and know not when we had useful stint
Or have served any god yet and befriended the fiend with habitual glee.
Although we travelled and explored the treasures hitherto unknown to human
But brought not any sparkling jewel to fire our dead vision and sleeping commitments.