Second Geronation Poem by shuvo chakraborty

You said Earth is too old
Or we were too aged
To rekindle our ousted vision,
Which once tumbled the globe
Ere the moonshine of smiling heart
Wherein the same dull universe
Run our blood passion with wandering joys
And waves of fantasy warmed the chilling nights.

Now we are disappointed lots
Surely too subtle to find the empty holes,
While others still grow wild with all whiteness,
We behold the withering green in self same
Conscience that once was too childish
To heed the calls not to run
And trespass the final horizon of poles
Where we lost forever within the piling snow.

Miser time scantly allowed us to recollect
Where we drowned and where we surfaced,
How we lived poles apart under half bent moon
And shivered being running out of hope.
Perpetual eventide never became dark.
Thus we settled forever under ice man globe
And gathered enough frost from head to toe
To laugh at warm blood if ever would flow.