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
