Night’s reticent, there’s no inclination of darkness emerging from obscurity
Tremors from the rage have unsettled days and they look like frayed ribbons
When revenge isn’t monotony, but peace is not given a chance by greedy preferences
One cannot hold on to the threadbare days to weave another canvas
Torpedoes of jealousy and anger destroy the sustainable thoughts
Persistent haze from hostilities define the wayward journey so far
Creativity survives through the abused sensibilities and lacklustre languages
What inspires them to salvage the emotions and words to write something positive?
Sharing happiness is rare; pouring negative emotions, again and again, is a nightmare
Which way the Earth leans is incomprehensible to the directionless travellers
Night wants to be pampered, stars praised, and moon eulogized by soothing words
It’s time to realise the reticence within and prepare to erase sinister narratives
~Amitav
Powerful as always
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