Thoughts skid across the awkward mind
There are times when the mind is preoccupied with insane ideas
Well, even the days could give up talking to the solitary one
They say, “Leave him alone, as we are not allowed to peek.”
Whether it is their curiosity or obstinacy to eavesdrop on someone
What would it take to teach some etiquette to the indiscreet days?
For which thoughts have to rush across and hide somewhere
Even at the risk of skidding and hurting their feelings
The days can sulk like an idiot, but some thoughts are private
Voices are not to be raised, because this argument would be futile
It is about creating that space which is impervious to allegations
~Amitav
