Even before the words start reciting
The eyes take that inefficient leap
Confident of overcoming the gap
But, there are prolific narratives
Series of unexpected surprises
Overt creativity and metaphorical geniuses
Steps of worldly rhythm incompatible
Supposed nonsense with much emphasis
Holed up soul in abject condition
Given precedence to solitariness
Oh! That blockhead
Haven’t seen the glitzy world
Probably, writing an epitaph
What an irony!
Glaring lights have evaporated common sense
Unaware, of creative urgency
And the maddening wandering through life
Whether in last rag or complete nakedness
Waiting for nature to narrate the verses
It’s not even expectations
But nature’s echoing voice gives pride
Words moving to distant lands
No other expectation
Other than to be read to eternity
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 