The peaceful thoughts, tired and failed, slumps resignedly
Cannot complain about the effort to suppress them
It was the daily reminders of how too much romanticism fails
A world corners them repeatedly
They bury themselves in the soul
Peacefully, away from the accusations and suspicions
No one would have understood them
Only the magnanimous soul who understood their language
The delicate moments unable to weather the turmoil
Is a reminder that this world cannot comprehend peace
Beauty has been eulogised by the shattered soul
From a brief refulgence to eternal darkness
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 