I wouldn’t let them rush in, as my heart cannot reason
The proliferation of change threatens to ravage tranquility
Only apathy towards the reckless manifestations
It is dreadful standing near the crumbling precipice
Chaos pushes hard, unsettles the foothold
Emerges that space, uncomfortably whimsical about life
No promises to the fearful one; only panic amidst cheer
Lusty eyes and satanic intent carry forward the reality
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 