You speak in haste and voices change tracks without warning
My ears are strained while listening to your stories
Before my mind can examine, they get entangled with a new theme
It irks me that I cannot listen to you in leisure
Go away- travel some more, gather some more stories; carry some patience next time
As if your tongue is misdirected by the misdirected feet
Do you mind what you carry with you?
Check them once in a while
There may be some unscrupulous hands piling up their own worries
Enough of sweet talks; you wasted my time, my precious siesta
Eyes can be foolish too, mostly, the heart is a useless fellow
Will drive you crazy; remember to follow the right directions this time
~Amitav
