Suggestions Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

The second moves with its click
And a solitary soul stays bleak;
In the house of great expectations
Hard times prevails in caring captions.

In dark night hear the ode of Nightingale
Or witness the past classic in urn's angle;
In midnight wait for your Godot to come
And existance to be questioned by some.

In morn when the sun rises in the east
Refuse the Cleopatra with mourning mist?
Hear the grass is singing in distant land
None to enlighten heart of darkness's band.

To criticize a critic in modern unique utopia
Do ride together with literature's omnisciea.