Walking in and out
Of the perimeter of life
The field of vision shrinking
Confined within boundaries
Never an easy step
Pacing across in trepidation
Trampling on dreams
That have wilted and turned yellow
No more green pastures
Love’s existence in little oases
Quickly drying up with heat of lust
Fruits unripe and sour
None to nurture them with patience
Seek to root life in deeper beliefs
Senses refuse the eternal pleasure
We are companions of mass credence©
Amitav Chowdhury 