How much can you accumulate in a corner?
Everyday stories gathered there over the years
Differentiating them is impossible
How can one identify the sentiments with a glance?
Watching them pile up is a cause for concern
Maybe, one day the words will be misshapen from the weight
Reading them will be harder; not that anyone showed curiosity
They were meant to be cornered against that nondescript corner
Looking at them boredom spilled over
The stories are now like useless spices having lost their aroma and flavour
Only the moldy smell from the corner overpowers the senses
Failing health of the pages do not inspire even pity
Writer’s dilemma, whether to keep them as derelict mementos
Testing times for the overcrowded corner
Even the insects are bored of nibbling the pages
So many stories seem to be grieving
Forgotten even by the creator; their fate depends on nature
Till the house stands and a corner embraces them
Severe treatment of such stories narrate a grim reminder
The pen and the ink are perceived to be adversaries
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 