For long, the coarsely woven fabric gives a forlorn feel
Where the strands are forced to fit in with duress
Overlapping, there’s rarely any space for breathing
Tension causes the strands to stiffen and there’s stoic expression
Softness of the fabric blemished with layers of dirt
In willing effort to cover up the numerous anomalies and frailties
Mended hastily, with force, every strand coerced to blend in
With time, the minuscule gaps will move apart to expose the reality
Stigma of being stained by the shameful histrionics of few
Will expose the novice craftsmanship and real mala fide intent©
Amitav Chowdhury 