Too Soon

A fresh day ripens too soon

Just the mornings set the tone

An unnatural chemistry

Listen carefully,

To the confessions

Forgotten names

Deliberate numbers

Calculate the worthiness

Automobile noises

Screaming billboards

That’s called articulation!

So innovative,

The designs and creativity

To paint the town

Frantic movements

Crisscrossing the streets

Look at the pattern

Titles are frivolous

Among coerced narratives

Voice of masses

Trying to speak passionately

Day falls off the grid

Too much to bear

~Amitav