A morning diluted with an extra dosage of bitterness
Its fate is decided by the incidents that a world experiences
Throughout the night, of relentless pain on humanity
Honey, for extra sweetness, crystallised and quite stubborn
What yields of nature, of which humans too, have done?
The weather, the patterns of cynical transformations
Roots deprived of nutrition and the soil of ancient toil
News knocks on the door and casually strewn all over
The newspapers, in sinister dyes, narrating horrific stories
Stifling air, stressed children, future in peril
What are they going to be schooled in?
Travel sickness, pressures to learn by rote, and follow
In a matter of fact way, the morning becomes dizzy
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 
Loved how you conveyed the msg, well written 👌
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Thank you, Prashanti!
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Too many questions we can’t yet answer.
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Or,maybe we have become used to the routine and do not want to listen to the alternative answers.
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That’s another way to see it.
There are many answers and interpretations, if we’re willing to ask.
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That’s true, we are either not asking questions at all or questioning the thoughts that should be heeded.
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