Lot of precious dreams lost among the worried greens
Unfamiliar tone of caprice penetrate through in agile rhythm
Emotions undulate nervously at the face of change
Futile attempt to pray for wings before an imminent drift
Azure have been lit up with cosmic flames with intensity
Vain wishes and the perpetual fantasy start dwindling
Journeying without the knowledge of a sincere trajectory
Invitation from the nadir world delivered by a behemoth
Transparent dreams and freedom to soar is relinquished
Fate cannot be projected through the vilified crystals
~Amitav
impressive vocabulary and great imagery. I’m relishing the last line.
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