A Tired Day

The day wakes up tired with a yellowy sickness

No way of knowing the cause of this disinclination towards anything bright

Phantom of the night hassled a slumberous moment with persistent ridicule

What conspired with the shadow is more than a mere aspersion

Is it that constant slander of some emotional feelings felled the weak spirit?

Melancholy of weak morning looks like the tired twilight moment

Advises the day to stay cocooned during an increasingly capricious time

While the debauched carnivals celebrate the sickness and moral deprivation

Such intense harassment are like opioids distressing the cluttered mind

~Amitav

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