Tremulous present seeks comfort in the past
Even, wishes to conceive a favourable future
Sudden whirl in the moment has wings in disarray
Incessant blinking unable to erase the intense light
Furtive looks aren’t convincing to the heart
When the green landscape is just nervous bareness
Gaze one may through the prism of hope
The mystery of an unknown twist and misshapen time
Is convincing, and reality that confronts this day
Caught in the turbulent times of desertion
There still may be a sane place to look at for truth
Speaking to the soul can bring some peace
~Amitav
