Timid thoughts dare to run the course
Wants to disentangle from the intimidations
Of being called names by the unknown voices
O’er there, the solitude is overbearing
Foamy skies darken the spirit of the day
Unknown sorcery wields the sinister wand
Not all the forces here are friendly to life
Incisive time scythes the emergence of new
Dismal thoughts translated with dreadful ink
Nothing moves, but the morose time howls
Abandoned by the guiding forces of morn
Voices shrill flows like serpentine rivulets
Loneliness rapidly decays the unhealthy abode
Conspiring storm with wide open mouth
Threaten to devour the remnants of sanity
Such emphasis is cryptically etched on rocks
Earth’s melody has been silent mysteriously
Some decaying power urges the timid ones
To intimidate life with the incoherent risks
~Amitav
