Etc12 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Allow the Moon to be more full and fanciful
And lure to your hearts door
Before the sky douse all its bonefires.
Then run and rock it on
your lousy bed
Inviting all of arts desperate
Flower in complete self.
Or you can take it as elf
And fly with as far your memory can narrate
The shying passion with some new learned lessons.
Whatever might have happened
Do not nourish your sense less sharpened
With all seriousness taking its lifetime bid.
If you then still gapes or perspire towards forgetfulness
Then create another wave for refreshing the dull brain.
If the hurried dawn discover that night's satire
If the sea of deep sensation toss you on sandy wonderland
Seek the pain with all pleasure
And lock them in your heart as life's treasure
Since all the days of your life hardly amass such uncanny mirth