There are fewer aureate moments at the waking hours
Mysterious reflections take back time into a sinister moment
Uprooted and swept away… they never trusted the depths
Arise the sorrows during the slightest changes in nature
Transformed characters discuss to dispel the mysteries
Soon the clouds will form… heavy with dreadful time
No other passage seems to be real at the blurry moments
While ill-feelings scatter across the fragile ecosystem
In every other form there settles an unsettling dream
~Amitav
