Some Analogies

As you ponder over the pages and curl them in your imagination 

Eared blank sheets are put to sleep with a monotonous lullaby

Already, the lulled words in the mind take a retreat from the view

Eyes do not care to intrude when the pages are arrested between covers

The pen moves further away; the dried ink forms a crust so dense

Where is that fresh ink to dissolve the unintended dullness?

Crisp pages look lethal to the blunt words shouting wrong analogies

~Amitav

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