The damp day feels saturated and the heart feels satiated with joyless sky
Looking for some cotton wool to absorb the melancholy from its face
There is frankness in the solitude; maybe those who wish to join the conversation
Not out of pity or with the intention to label the genuine concerns of an individual
As a misanthrope; there are possibilities of generating inimical beliefs
Striking at the core of human soul with continuous propaganda
Does this world feel satisfied at being miserable at the slightest provocation?
It’s a wretched competition against each other- a parallel misery persists
Name calling, labeling, and cheering for the ultra egoistic malevolent forces
The essence of existence cannot be healed as the cotton wool is saturated
With woes and pain inflicted upon the feeble melancholy to make it macabre
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 