Tranquil morning is rattled by the cranky vehicles
Obstinately cutting across lanes to speed up life
Bell tolls in the distance resonate with lonely requiem
Mornings wake up hurriedly like a disturbed child
Excessive clatter of modernity wrecks early hours
Stern look of tall buildings exasperate the scene
Preoccupied hearts lose the luxury to feel at ease
Words replace casual gestures to rush conversations
Satin grass of paradise erased by concrete arrogance
Clocks wake up life with new rumors that echo
Desire for peace and love is a retreating blurry dream
Grasping life with unethical ambitions and closed minds
Morning is chided for being too lazy and boring
More pace hastens life beyond the heart’s control
Life spins on a wobbling axis to scatter obstinate thoughts
Days are never lived but stolen by demanding existence©
Amitav Chowdhury 
“Love is a retreating blurry dream”, indeed. Everything written in the poem is nothing but true.
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Thank you so much. Glad, you liked this write. Hope is always around the corner, we just need to seek. 🙂
Wish you a great day!
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Thank you.
Wishing you a wonderful day ahead. 🙂
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The chaos which eclipses an otherwise beautiful morning! Unfortunately so true in cities all across the world. Very nice Amitav. Have a good day!
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That’s true, Radhika. The present narrative of society is chaotic and noisy. In a rush we have forgotten the basic principles of life. No wonder woes and depressed feelings are everywhere. A view of life that hurts.
Wishing you a great day. Best wishes!
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