After a Goodbye

The evening breathes uneasily among the smog of uncertainty

Effervescence of morning weakens with increasing harshness

Crossed ideas are burdensome for the persistently busy mind

Tender moments are rare as the world rushes in with complexities

The Earth that believes in the sagacity of Universe cannot slumber

After every caring word, the scornful sentiments grate the mind

Calm voice of the morning is forgotten through vacuum of life

Noble soul wishes for some comfort in the caress of eventide

Oh, don’t be jealous when this world becomes a caring cradle

~Amitav

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