Soon after being Awake

A faint voice loud enough to wake up with a startle

It is well-known, the world has rushed towards its own vagaries

Lay supine and yearn for the desolate moment to speak, at least to break the monotony

From the cacophony of phoney voices; pray with a soft timbre

Let the fanatical voices wear out and unrest of haste settle down on crusted earth

When world falter to run after mediocre pleasures

Subtle tremblings of faltering fate patterns the earth with interesting patterns

Waiting for a morning that is sensitive and unhurried

~Amitav