Time forgets to reach out to the auspicious moments
The idle reaches of those fictitious promises fail to impress
There are barren stretches through which fiery paths run
Treacherous deals fill the contemptible crucibles of gilded fame
Tempers soar across the cluster of hungry abodes; it’s a shame
Turning against the great odyssey, the tracks have been burnt
Timorous lot raise their voice to intimidate the traces of peace
Traces of defeat etched on the temples and faces of dissenters
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 