A morning etched in hues of smudged melancholic graphite
Still! The stillness is quite unusual for a day about to begin its journey
A stultifying feeling grips the wind, quite restricted and sombre is the mood
When newness absorbs the sorrowful feel and oozes the uneasiness
Drips the sky like the watercolour on the canvas painted by a careless painter
Uneasy whispers come from the drowsy ones who are gathered here
Trying to identify the anguishes hidden in some distant pocket of this world
~Amitav
