Mystery Unravels

Having wakened the uncanny stillness, the heart feels the tremor

Every heart doth speak in murmurs and looks feverish in ashen demeanour

Forgotten interpretations rise up like many serpentine births from obscurity

Speak of them in fear, scream if the wild desires push the soul to speak of scarcity

Careless joys never last; like walking on broken shells abandoned somewhere

Almost gripped by the unseen terrors, the faces do not speak but reflect the scare

Hands filled with pilfered wealth and time becomes entangled in foul air

Who has woken by the careless utterances is felt through a sudden clamour

~Amitav

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