Tremulous light awaits the night with a hope of salvation
A crabby day won’t grip the body for too long
Also, the thoughts of spidery stealth have woven quite an entanglement
Searching for synonyms of peace confuses the linguist
There’s no way out of this confusion that language can provide
Try silence; it could make the hasty world wary of the resolve
When conversations die, there’s either miscommunication or clarity
All depends on the light finding a safe passage to a quieter place
The shivering being anticipates the coldness of disentanglement
It feels awkward initially, alone means lonely, according to the world’s dictionary
There have been so many instances of mistranslations
Renouncing the language to rest the tongue can prove to be rewarding
~Amitav
