Literature grace the pedestals of rejections
Words recited in an accelerated pace, to still have some time
To dissect the feelings and leave them there, exposed
Lifeless words as feelings sublimate
Then there’s no chance that a glance will show empathy
In an effort to resuscitate the lines with hope
Lucky, if placed over the heaps of pages
Or else, will be shredded and swept away
Now, the faraway words sans sentiments forget to communicate
Poet sits here, many miles away to dream another day
Since it is a journey that must continue
Some other pathways will be traveled in sincere hope
‘After all, dreams are eternity’, says the poet’s verses
~Amitav
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