Convincingly sewed are the deep pockets of desperation
Where clangour of thoughts unsettle peace of mind
In an increasingly noisy world, everyone yearns to be heard
Civility of intelligence is a rarity among hurried desires
Staring at life partially; comprehending in entirety requires patience
Pushed ahead with ambitions and urgency to accumulate
Driven by complicity with mass consciousness
Every little distortion is amplified, but skillfully labelled
Flaws in interpretations have always contributed to most narratives
Philosophies that carry value and immense clarity is concealed
When in ‘being’ there is a strong sense of ulterior motives
Life cannot be saved from the shadows of convenient ignorance
Comparing and bullying to drive maniacal reason
Weaknesses have always been dancing around in egomaniacal ways
Spewing clichés and plundering the harmony of existence
Willing minds buried in deep pockets of chosen hibernation©
Super!
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Thank you.
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I have no urgency to accumulate- I would just love to see the world . Great poem Amitav
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Matching the pace of true life is peaceful. Thank you my friend, glad, you liked this.
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Your welcome friend ❤- your poems are always very soothing to the soul
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The insanity of the act of sanity, I liked this piece
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Hmmm… quite cleverly stated. Glad, you liked this piece.
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