If the words become too stubborn
Spending too much time in the kiln
Emptied emotions through the cracks
Scorched and transformed, indifference
The magician’s potion is not potent
Torture of drowning them in a crucible
Such drama to revive them; pithy sorcery
Inescapable torture from excesses
Embellished with fraudulence
There’s a spectacle for everyone’s eyes
Contempt and jeering for the hollow drama
A spectator cannot become an audience
This raging fire of jealousy is Hellish
In the battle, words are sacrificed
Even lives aren’t spared from the blaze
This passionate destruction continues
Ignited from some eternal rage
Sentinels stood there as accomplices
Universe collided and formed parallel worlds
Wisdom suppressed from mortals
There will be many Suns birthed
Intense light and new languages
Of philosophies from eternity’s womb
Words will be profound again
Fire will provide light to everyone
Heal the world with warmth
Elements will be cured of poison
A world will be crowned with wisdom
Rich knowledge will flow again
Fertile grounds will provide grains
Nature’s faithfulness and resurrection
Words will echo through dimensions
All of existence will reverberate
Virtuous moments enable a noble cause
~Amitav
