Trading barbed words to acquire peace
Precincts carved out from scathing visions
Soil blended in acrimony unable to yield tolerance
More of strategic warble weaken reason
Embittered feelings alter the consciousness
Like an omniscient cloak pulling in heads
Sheltering them from further communication
It’s desirable to be obedient without questions
Arched emotions afflicted with painful times
Fiends camouflage themselves in obsequiousness
For every dialogue becomes juvenile banter
Patches of intellectualism cannot save a wound
Dissent can continue to be a phantom voice
The delinquents and dunces can rejoice
For, the barbed wires can only puncture hope
~Amitav