When feelings stop flowing
Scarcity etches deep fissures
Exposing the parched territories
Shallow beds of life suffer silently
Contours of melancholy are evident
Lips dry up- unable to speak
Feelings curled up in a dry lump
Caught in the throat
Chokes the speeches on their track
Tender lushness missing from life
Journey brushes along the thorns
Lacerating the skin with every step©
Amitav Chowdhury 