Even before its inception, there it stirs mildly in another world
Where esoteric fluid helps them float in eternal tranquil
Here, when I sit still, and the entire world stops for them to arrive
That moment of absoluteness when they are freed from the hold
To appear for the world awaiting the birth of pristine feelings
The world that wants to disengage from the troubled reality
Waiting for a chance to robe itself with that immaculateness
Without the justifications of sporadic truths which have weakened
To regain the composure from the distant influence of eternity
~Amitav
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