The albatross of mid-June : An odyssey

Gyanabati Konjengbam
The scent of the forest diffuses,
The downpour lashes the unblemished garden of flowers.
The unbroken dawn flickers in the odyssey
when the mid-June fever hits.
The truth drowns in the taste of ale
 at the brewery of chaos.
The heft of an albatross reshapes the genteel existence;
notwithstanding the subverting layers of air.
The fight of the figure and the shadow plunders the sergeant,
In the garrison house of allegiance, bravery and strength.
The footfalls of evolving phases,
cross the bridge of the horizon.
Yet the skin and the bones soaked in the wilderness of the unknown,
the Crescent whimsically appears to enliven the imprisoned dreams.