Strange Times

When didactic compositions seem prosaic

The freedom of evils to fly anywhere and nest

Gigantic wings and evil eyes; the flights create a storm

Screams shatter the primordial silence

Not words of any lore ancient that is strangely mythical

Origin of trouble with celestial churning

Winged fantasies and chilling calls

Clouds become liquid metal

Shudders the evening tranquility, again and again

~Amitav

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