Thoughts conceived and abandoned, without a companion its adrift
Pushed by fierce motion, across turbulent areas of ill-disposed ruminations
Gnawed at by their incisiveness; a difficult phase for the unprejudiced
They have to navigate still, without disturbing the violent ideas for now
Alone, without a worthy companion, they steer themselves through ignominy
A jeering audience filled with vitriol spends the last drop of energy fiercely
What conspired when the good thoughts were conceived is a mystery
Ti’s caving in, crumbling every day, but the turmoil spills over viciously
One who can accumulate them and salvage their truthfulness and ingenuity
Saviours need not beg from the chaotic times; there will be a safe passage
~Amitav
