It’s intense, the incensed desires distress the soul
singed, but unable to shriek out in pain; restrained by the maturity
to not display the emotions to an indifferent world, where everyone’s desires
take them away to different directions traversing through melancholic lands
from where the roots of envy and deleterious thoughts embrace
in a miserable pattern sketched by the vile feelings with noxious juice
poisoned words’ narrative becomes intentionally alluring to trap the soul
seeking better than the eyes of an owl for those demure characters
raining over the vulnerable psyche to drench them in thoughts of woes
an incarcerated soul feels the intensity to eliminate the beautiful thoughts
for, love cannot prosper and breathe in the stifled world within
it’s just the ravaging exploits to harm the physical being
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 