Not happy with the narrative
There is propensity to trivialize
Epic moments can be silent
None of the usual heroics
Daily struggles and their memoirs
Adding pages after pages
Chronicles of a life struggling
With the parallel narrations
Derailing the continuity
Thoughts come to a halt
Silence and unsure times
Increases the pace of heartbeat
The World waits for a decision
Seeking hurried compensation
For the delay with arrhythmic lines
Those frivolous accusations
Shouting with conviction
Blaming for being slow
It’s scandalous to not conform
Meanwhile, the pages are filled
With melancholic ink
Shaping the fate of an epic
The world is oblivious
Of the immense emptiness
No one can compensate
By returning the original feelings
It’s not natural to think of eternity
Immortal can be the words
Narrated in unknown voices
Enthroned sentiments
Reverberating the struggles
~Amitav