The lines could stream ahead if you listen to them with intent
Where words do not loiter, thus, deciding on the passage ahead
They may proceed silently, resilient against the mighty waves
Their soul awakened at the moment they are spoken to politely
With grace, purpose explained, armour of timeless wisdom
Heedless following through the gloomy passages of time
Cherished dreams become frail; eyes grief, for they are perturbed
Peace becomes a distant saying, mystified by the faithless scenes
Till the deceit flows with the words they cannot fulfil the desires
From sorrows dilute their passion- the storms become menacing
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 