Lest the pen becomes a slave, and the ink changes its hues without consent
There is a conscious appeal of the heart to be loyal to the true sentiments
Without suffocating the words with a deluge of emotions, the night is reliable to revise the lines
Reticent fingers may hold back the flow of words which can bridge the rifts
There will be times when the pen abdicates the power to scrape away unwanted superficiality
Sincerity hides behind the veil of doubts when the voice within mock the cowardice
Even the dwelling feels unwelcome; also, the night outside transforms into a soul aloof
It takes courage to break away from the mould to save the pen from being a slave
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 