Artificial lights breathe laboriously before everything plunges into darkness
Not often the old lamp has a chance to come out of gradual oblivion
While harboring those pulsating moments within to ruminate now
Formless, a world of nothingness becomes a more profound reality
A silent realization binds the heart in deep consideration for another chance
Hoping for the slack strings to start playing a tune of slow progress
Depth of darkness is an opportunity to delve constantly to look for clues
Vision eternal and charismatic prescience open a path towards realizations
From a tapering wick, an ancient odor accompanies a frail light
This has eternal Providence to enlighten the sleeping abyss with cognizance
-Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 
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