It’s a look that mocks, a strange arrival at the inopportune time
The hour is right, but the unkempt life is unprepared to come out
Some preoccupation with life that is distinctly solemn now
Without laughter and joyous sparkle in the eyes, the silence is grave
Every possible reason to love and embrace the day disappears
In jest, it throws some situations along the ways of the world
Thoughts horse around the dark wilderness in an untamed way
~Amitav
