Age

Age itself cannot escape aging; feeble and incoherent with change

Changes tide over it without mercy while many shores are washed away

Ideas are hurriedly huddled in oddly shaped archipelago

A new age has different expectations, for life will course towards these islands

Like powerful magnets of the earth, they have a magical charm on them

Is it naive that a sudden surge of energy will look toward the sky to create a pinnacle

The highest one can aspire to reach; new legends will be written

A culmination of the feebleness and new vigour of the Earth Spirit

This new foundation is here to stay to allow this age to thrive

Only future will decide from the sudden awakening of earth

To yield what has been sown and needs to be uprooted from the chronicles

The gaps between the ages will reverberate with the stories

~Amitav