Walking through the crowd, greeted by sallow faces
Brightness of a new day does not reflect from the eyes
Morning clarity is only a solemn reminder but overlooked
Possible that sleep may not have had a chance to visit
Scrutinizing intensely the life spent without any purpose
Life leans and casts an elongated shadow on the future
The Sun is perceived to be an intruder and light is abhorred
There isn’t any mantra to becalm the widespread palpitations
Insecurities of miniature worlds are amplified in a crowd
When consciousness fails to grasp the meaning of life
A reminder from the faces deeply concerns the solitary one
Narrating stories from the heart with the eyes
Mostly that gaze will be lost in the throng of rush-hour
Morning air already feels heavy from the sighs
Faces do remind of the confrontations that are real©
Amitav Chowdhury 