Uprooting the consciousness to place it somewhere amidst the parched lands
Hoping for a miracle of new growth from the transformation of deserted lands
From them, hoping to regrow that consciousness with help of new soil and roots
While it has already been severed from the truth of being, it is another entity
Alien to the desires of the soul and mind that it once shared a deep relationship
Waiting for passersby to sprinkle some knowledge to satiate its urge to grow
The weakened consciousness can barely hold on to the disintegrating land
In an atmosphere of harshness, a breakdown is a cataclysmic event of existence
Wrath of elements scorned triggers an event of colossal damage to the senses
Outside the environment of love and gratitude, consciousness does not bear fruit
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 