Time has a wry smile when we bow down
Eyes wide open but transfixed
Branches of strained nerves connect
Hyperbolism diminishes in true reality
Tesselated facade reveals undeciphered design
Trudging along with the key
An obstinate door refused to open for long
Only faint light and few drops of hope
Elements meditate on the destiny
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 