Contrary Opinions

It may be the lethargic fingers

Or, the deliberate wall of perceptions

Reading through the ill coloured goggles

Dissecting with unsterilized scalpels

Taking a stand over weak analyses

Incoherent diagnosis of asymptomatic ideas

This is where those lines fail

To rein in the exuberant bundle of thoughts

Till the time healthy ones are stricken with fear

The emotions between the pages

Lose their vibrant outlook of existence

Shades lesser than the crimson flow of life

Effectively reflects the paleness of negligence

Heart hold on to the hope

The knots are being freed slowly by a prayer

An unrestrained soul wishes to live

Without caring about biased conceptions

~Amitav