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
Amitav Chowdhury 