Etc11 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

If you are unseen in the tendril of lifes bottom
If you are brow beaten in every minutes and seconds,
Then lift up your drowsy heart spirit
And put a careful lid on all unconsciousness
That you inherit in conscious birth,
Then allow a finest moon to be grown up
Upon your empty bosom to rewrite all lost mirth.
None are in your domain, never had been so
Pale chestnut of sincere liking tease your satiety,
Make your entire self opaque and fragile
And like million glasses lying uncared in vast heath
Bring out your faint reflection of all timid affections
That you may call love; labours hard to find a fine dew
Which can charm your body and soul with placid cold.
You know well what you are you and are not
Not a mere crawling species of flesh and blood
But with some even of difference from howling nocturnal.
Therefore although late, yet ye discover
That the very earth which cradles you
Are of different layers: of incompatible manifold layers,
Of ethereal content but not of rigid particles
But of some sense and of endless surmises
Now place that full moon on your bare self
And fathom the unspeakable beauty with seeking wand
Before it drowns to sea of eternity forever.
Now you are a man, an absolute human
But not of that form as you had born
Neither deformed nor reformed
But a chunk of glacier that slides ever on faiths clueless chess board
And thus make your heavy heart of crystal shape
That glows with morning sun radiant
And you realize that you are so different,
Master of a brain that can think and conceive atleast.
So measure that Moon which enticed you once to be cooled
In lifes summer but hammered your icy heart to indifferent pieces.
It is not the hour to pin any blame to someone attires
Nor to swindle the melting sword of revenge
As you are fragile icy self of same water, of same sea
Where lies your untold stories of birth surprised.