The gradual abuse of time
What it holds within one cannot imagine
Sometimes pristine, but it still decays
Unseen by the unperceptive world
Its vagaries are well known
All the erect silhouettes bow down
To the fury of time
What can human pride do?
Nothing! Ego is futile
Invented war and crimes
For territories with hues of anger
Time will be more unrepentant
It will dig into the reality
That will be gone in a moment
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 