Where Is The West Wind? Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

Let the deep silence roar in stillness,
Let it be merge with painful patience.
Let the hammer beat the gun powder,
Let the spark blast with blissful shower.

The night is full of slow, silent gerrymanderings,
The ominus owls overshadow the dreamings.
It's a awakened world with sleepless sphere,
None to nurture and care the solitary fear.

The foggy clock covers the mournful minds,
Absolute falsehood fosters faithful blinds.
The waste land is witnessing the funerals,
Where devils dance before the cauldron of witches.

Where is the West Wind?
Still sleeping? Or is completely blind?