Leave the Futile Roots

A morning with golden ray comes here The eyes open its sight to near and far As if, all were till awaken on spot of loser! The eyes cry more, cry in the lodging tear! Not afar that’s insight more than the near! A terrible near in memory But as loser! Madness! Not a fallen off thinking! its precious Rising! We, the common cannot understand its subtle wink, Inside knowledge blinks immortal elixir to drink Suffering through revolutionary mind You live all behind where destroyed all kind illegally, on hand of blind The coral to the reef slowly come Destined creatures as death's dome Leave futile inveterate possession Let new procession flapping its wings -November 23, 2018 Chattogram