The judgements can be alienated, ostracised, and inhumed
They pierce the conscience- the good, bad, and ugly
Traces everywhere; the naked eyes cannot see, but the heart feels
Judgements become a constant phantasm
Unnecessary? Ok, let’s sift through them; the human ones can be inhumane
What about the truth that is denied a hearing?
Circumstances become curiously shaped cauldrons- but the magic is gone
Saying sorry is a wasted effort, spoken often to extricate from a situation
Judgements by time and seasons are inevitable
If one is audacious, one can dare to judge the Universe too
I can imagine the communication, mostly one-sided, but the silence is a judgement too
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 