Toiling

Time slows down and toils enough to gain freedom from the huddle

Curbed thoughts fastened to train of thoughts that are inappropriate

Feeble readings from the fatigued pages recite a laborious composition

Wilted words crushed by the huddled feet trample them to dust

Oh the passionate one feels the urge to break away from crowded places

Ward off the ill-effects of inclement times and ride away with the wind

Before fragility and pallor crease life into another forlorn reflection

~Amitav