The ‘I’ is oblivious, or even, zealously unaware of sundry feelings
A serpentine view imprisons the soul and snatches away the ability to feel
It’s only crude realisation of what is important of a shrinking world
Resembles a tiny little pond that is dangerously on the verge of drying up
The crusts surrounding the ‘I’ demarcates the precincts of understanding
A wonderful world slips away from the consciousness swabbed by ignorance
Delicate senses are in danger of extinction; the imperviousness of such a life
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 