Incongruous enthusiasm and bleak optimism
Discarded time picked up time and again
The profanity of repeating the despairing acts
Wily thoughts torment the mind with each word
There’s no difference, but a lot of indifference
Falsely praise the acumen acquired thus
Love, a distant feeling; ne’er the heart feels
An undertone of melancholy tinges the day
The desire to pick up the fragments of time
Realignment of the stars and their sparkles
Distant prayers are lost in the revolving sphere
Waking up from this time is the soul’s calling
As light veins a new life with flowing optimism
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 