When was nature requested to bloom and reveal all the hues
If it was not from love, but an inconsiderate expectation
Probably, nature has deliberately forgotten to satisfy the demands
With some fanciful clamour of vulgarity resonating persistently
There cannot be a peaceful existence when there’s wantonness
Time hoodwinks the onlookers with a mysterious transformation
Never has a rude destiny brought satisfaction, abundance, and glory
Waking up a fool, insensitive to the soft embrace of seasons
Despising the beautiful sounds and dreaming of ruination
Discoloured dreams enthuse the senses to erase the beautiful colours
Oh, such a story is heartbreaking, where life is jealous of nature
~Amitav
