How intensely the ripples are played like a discordant instrument
Forcibly, the lyrics are sung, which pierces the tranquil realm
Seeds are strewn all over the ruffled and trampled ground; hopes quelled
Cryptic mists gather over the graceless surfaces that cloak the environs
Haughty dance steps gathered all the unsettled seeds into a muddy brawl
Ages of turmoil wounded the skies and acres of pristine grounds
Life’s innuendos transformed the soul into one grieving for some reprieve
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 