Bunch of old thoughts
Now shrivelled
Plucked from branches
Dry twigs
Held by elastic band
It’s the fatigue
Pallid face
Summer’s anxiousness
Stolen potency
Scarred with intensity
Of their uselessness
The cornered ones
Stand there in attention
Abandoned thoughts
Eagerly foolish
Girdled melancholy
Censured branches
Wait for rains
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 
I love this, Amitav! The idea of censured branches waiting for rain is beautiful. Come rain.
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Thank you so much, Tanya. Glad, you liked this write. Always a pleasure hearing from you.
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Rain…it sounds so refreshing…so life-giving.
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