Where Words Go

So many words squandered away on triviality

Many feelings of importance relegated to the edges

Which find their way to the creepiest corners

Of layers of suppression and inimical principles

From there repulsive tales grow stronger

Their roots claw the gigantic feet of a monster

What Spring will bring no one can anticipate

Forecasts of overcast moments are frequent

While trading the desires of the soul stealthily

The reconnaissance of those ghoulish spirits

Evil eyes dictate the course of life from there

Of which the mind could think of is surrendered

Easily, because of the lure of worthless pleasures

~Amitav