Identities settled as dust particles
Obfuscating the view with granular irrationalities
Abrasions from constant friction
Pulverised illogical meanings pollute the mind
Even the eyelashes feel heavy
Lungs bellow in constant agony-gasping for freshness
Changing the rhythm of breathing
An inclination went too far and now bends abysmally
The backbone of existence compromised
Waking up to dismal environments everywhere
Insipid aftertaste of life
A cacophony of impoverished wit distorts language
Time to get rid of layers of dust
With vigorous stir, to reclaim pure life
Clear vision and clarity of mind
It all starts with identifying the problems
Existence with harmony- the only identity©
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 
I think this poem can be related to at different levels. Did you have the environmental issues in mind while writing this one?
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My explanation- Our distanced existence and creation of distorted reality with identities which we rely too much to create a space in society; whereas, we are inefficient and absolutely unaware of our true identity and relationship with life. Life, not the daily grind, but true existence in harmony with consciousness.
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Aha! The level at which you thought!
For some reason, it painted an image of an environmentally distorted world as well. Specifically in the lines “an inclination…..distorts language”. But yes, as one reads the first and the last lines, it’s about losing identity too.
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Poetry leaves room for lot many interpretations, that’s the intriguing aspect of this art. How the reader wishes to perceive. 🙂
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Precisely! And I find your use of vocabulary all the more interesting. Always a pleasure to read your work! 😊
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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