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
Amitav Chowdhury 