The withdrawing sources, the dead arteries
Lifeless- the stranded winds chatter helplessly
Perspiring foreheads wipe off the destiny
Life’s sudden bend towards an unknown existence
Dissipating energies; wasted in arguments
This sudden halt leads to an uncanny future
So sure, so bold, so arrogant, so sure of everything
Challenging the world, even the existence of life
Seeds of rage now devour the vibrancy
Smudged colours- ancient murals are reminders
Whatever occurred in the caves is still unknown
Our stories are no balms to calm the pain
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 
I love this one.
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Thank you, Bojana. It’s just a phase; hope is that keeps us going and to dream.
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For sure. Not only good for us, but good for poetry.
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Let’s be hopeful! We can try to communicate a better future with our writing. I sincerely thank you for sharing your experiences for us to learn and think for our future. It’s our responsibility!
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What fills me with hope is that there are people willing to learn.
Thank YOU.
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Not always…I meant.
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