A melancholic stare needles the innocence of early morning beauty
Everything is yet to wake up, gather the feelings after darkness departs
Coming of the cautious weather through the mist of mysterious events
Heart struggles with a slow pace of arrival of feelings that are inspiring
Misplaced anguish over little delays- the errant world likes to rush
As if running away from the questions and trials that are essential
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 
I don’t understand that need for the hurrying. So much breathing is missed
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Life provokes us to rush, probably. We rarely listen and breathe uneasily. All but a disconcerting chaos!
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