Words Face the Scare

Words that were born yesterday unable to face the harsh lights

The constant glare, stare, is a scare for the unsteady and discontinuous

Efficacious time probes them for being there at that moment

When they should be nurtured with care before incoherence can destroy

It is unfair for them to be sowed along superficial furrows

Upon them, the persistence of life’s heavy thoughts are a burden

Wrongfully arrayed, arrogantly, prematurely, before they can stand firmly

Withstand the harsh realities of criticisms and constant speculations

The world of sceptics are overbearing, garrulous, and utterly impatient

~Amitav

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