How many times a poem has to die
Before it can resurface from untimely extinction
It’s depth screams from forced obsolescence
A superficial inquiry
Superficial glance
Poet is at the shore
Witnessing a poem struggling to stay afloat
Dunked in failed ideologies
Where’s the depth to immerse the sentiments?
Even after death there is rebirth
Liberation of an eternal kind
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 