The hunchbacked day and its stolid appearance
Looking not in the eye of busy wayfarers
Searching for the fallen dreams
Stowing them in a nondescript place of concrete
Difficult to get away from stringy dialogues
Every possible window has a hazy look
Frosted breath and the perennial struggle
Still, there is hope
Without stomping in exasperation
Freedom of life is writ on a soul
Help the day blossom with love and hope
Rise and hold the hand of those dreams
Open the door and walk along
Be away from the skewed paths
~Amitav
