Etc10 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Break an hour whether morbid or fair,
Team up quite seconds and minutes
Like particles and atoms that are on self
And you will share the long lost laugh and decent glory
Of distant childhood and of youthful ineptitude.
That's all of central years closed bosomed with heavy maturity
And will generate unnatural heat till to boiling point
Which thus mint molecule energy generous
To therm your uneasy heart beats with or no passion.
At this point if you are counting fiftieth autumn leafs
Standing quietly over a sensual cliff before the pondering sea
That generates moistures enough with friendly wind
Will help you enough to fusion the long lost lusture
With atomic deep of gentle compomrises,
Patting back surprised comforts that of another.
So you left the place being puzzled
To trace the head which you left in your bed.
Suppose you have retrieved it and assume your complete self
And returned again the same place to count your stars,
You may find the same moistures teaming with forwarding clouds
Make the sea sky much invisible from your humbled conscience.
So it is time to count the leap years for unthankful departure
From self, from friends and from your sincerest parts, to whom ye are blood tied.
Now the same particles, the same molecule on rounding moods
Playing meaningful game of procreations and the Sun and the Moon.
Place your head again carefully now beside any weltering brook
And watch carefully from short distant place that how your head rebounds,
Rolls and be quite playful on icy water
As if oblivious of its master.
What you learn the very simple lesson
To break self selves like the hour
And to carefully choose the atoms
That are workable and meaningful
To be stored in your cremated unburnt part to ensure the next precious birth.