River 14 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Walking upon the insufficient built river bank
In brief hours of eventide hand in hand
Closet the remain of warmness how much had
Lead us not towards the logical end before the stupid bowers.
What transpired in the haunting moments previous
Might not engulf the wide field open under the moon
With fogs of remorses for miscarriage the chance
Nor the shaded stars will come out with compus meticulous
To perchance the midas touches with directions recurring
In the gentle corner of darkness begging forgiveness.