Impassive

Is it not foolish to miss the grimace on everything that has been around?

A bitter haziness from the frosty breaths of sinister gatherings makes the heart jittery

Whoever would have thought of the disguised hands to go scot-free after the misdeeds

Silly communications around debauched companies where senses are mortgaged

Look up, look away, look pervertedly; all of them give away the intentions

Regrets crack many hearts as it strikes with a vengeance like a cold-blooded criminal

Painful to see the bandaged world; healings delayed and denied by constant apathy

~Amitav