One has to pray that the days do not become too choleric
For night suffers from a negative temper and emaciated from it
The shadows look hideous when they hum painfully of spoilt moments
Earsplitting echoes trigger an agonizing hallucination in the mind
Wronged in so many ways, the abused days and night seek revenge
Indelible smudges of intemperance look like blue patches on frail skin
Denied moments have caused the sinewy look; the decrepitude is real
One world suffers from a delusional hope of recovery in spite of abuse
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 