There are contrived motions through Life
Tired souls cannot strive anymore to reach the peak
There’s dream to acquire anything Life has to offer
Dreams being sold, for which we pay a high price
Agitated state of Time enwraps the souls in shrapnel
Every movement dents the Life with wounds
Draining the energy of Life causing a lethargic reality
Life, packaged as a merchandise, a costly trade
Trying to maneuver through the chaotic traffic
Every action with an ulterior motive
The ploy to win and prosper through iniquitous ways
Brazen souls possessed by depraved sense of morality
Minds have been breached for indoctrination
Playing the sinister games and becoming willing pawns©
Amitav Chowdhury 