Worried, the dreams that have not been realised
Stepped on or pushed aside
In whose company the desires have been marked?
One who thought or thinks is ridiculed
Looser! Still not part of the bandwagon
Depreciating thoughts of rusted wreckages
Satisfied?
It must be assuring to follow the pattern
Every where there’s stagnation
Stench of the reflections are overbearing
Mediocre choices survive
How long?
There is an impending existential crisis
Distanced from persistent articulations
Emptiness surrounds the crowded insecurities
Unaware of the gifts
Unopened and discarded in dark abysses
~Amitav
