The night is unwilling to let go of the melancholic feelings
Even though dawn is about to arrive and knock at the door
That which conspires in nature makes the environment quite sombre
Flowers hesitate to bloom and the birds look quizzically at the skies
Nature is eager to wake up, but there is a critical moment holding it back
Here, humans have to push away yesterday’s dreams hastily
Have to run because life beckons urgently; that’s how it has been till now
Whoever decided the fate of existence after tearing it away from reality
Is it that one cannot really imagine differently and interpret alone
Without the strict definitions, but driven by the principles of the cosmos
Those motionless objects add to the mundaneness of the landscape
There is no escape from the whimsical progress through winding roads
After a while, no one wants to let go of the stifling busyness
It is about the duration that occupies the mind with opportunist time
~Amitav
