What drives them in droves towards the futile waves
Where everything will be lost or dissolved in no time
Some will sink deeper than the known abysses of a land
Others may be hauled by the strong current to an unknown shore
It started with a trickle of saltiness; now encrusted in its corrosiveness
Deep down, the lost objects lose their desirousness
It’s all gone now; turbulent waters washed away the identity
Even the echoes feel hollow because of washed away alphabets
Uneasy calm across the vanishing footprints on the unreliable sand
Once crowded and constricted, the hopelessness reverberates
Lamenting horizon turns crimson with embarrassment
~Amitav
