If not the thoughts are entertained by the considerate host
Where do they turn to, if they feel troubled by constant scorn
If the unstable world collapses on them even before their wishes are fulfilled
Parting with them will be unfortunate and heart feels like a pauper
The commands to tame the unruly thoughts seems an utter waste of energy
What is it, if not ineptness to accommodate the truthful thoughts?
Throwing them away like foul water in a bowl where tarnished hands were washed
Without giving them proper names they are ridiculed and branded scoundrels
Such is the fate of the tumultuous world where the disorderly and derogatory are listened to
Insults become golden words through the well-articulated sarcasm
The touch of ineptitude transforms an otherwise calm gathering into a hostile situation
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 