Only if the words were read carefully
The images would have been interpreted accurately
Crowded images along with jostling thoughts
Feel helpless when words do not help form coherent ideas
Once learning was boring and seemed pontificating
Words were mangled or erased vigorously
Leaving the pages wounded with multiple blemishes
Hysterical and contemptible against any philosophy
The adventures of stupor took away the capabilities
Of differentiating between the right and wrong
All the wild adventures close in so claustrophobically
Seems, it all happens within a sinister enclosure
There’s no freedom without correct interpretations
Fleeing from reasons is reason enough for mistaken identity
The mirrors reflect a mismatch in an undemocratic manner
There’s nothing to reflect on, but withered words
Some of them eaten away by the avaricious ones
Lessons arrive later at trying times of such turmoil
Tough lessons are difficult to spell with limited words
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 