Blushed narratives are conspicuous during the darkest hour
They emerge from tyranny to surmise the situations that thrive
They hardly get a chance to look at the sky and dream of stars
Eclipsed by the lies, they remain ostracised in layers of untruth
Their innocence is intact even they are being persecuted for long
Hoping for the clouds to scatter away to reveal that Divine spark
This silence is too much to bear; now they wish to narrate the plight
It is time to clear the air of fanaticism and save the free thinkers’ words
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 