At that plaintive moment when the soul was betrayed
None heard the groan that shook the world within
Such tender moments never mattered, but a rush to sever the ties
Plunging into sorrowful times along with so many dreams
Whirling through the vortex of chaos created from spurned feelings
From that descent emerges the gushing stream of lonely times
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 