Words wilt, a weary world’s stillness worries the waiting travelers
There are no stories to be believed anymore… an undesirable calm
Evaporating happiness and trust- when can one believe again
It is strange that the houses did not feel comfortable during the night
A change as hard as the stubborn boulders shatter peace and dreams
Following every possible lie was easier… convinced about them
Grief that settles comfortably erode the trust of ancient roots
It is difficult finding trust and love… tolerant ears who can listen
~Amitav
