Difficult reading the sentiment of the wind
Its free-will is disconcerting for everyone
Sometimes like a nemesis threatens the existence
Jovial and talkative… woods enjoy the moments
Frolicsome whispers echo across valleys
Following the monotony of a routine… the expectations
Weighs down on the born-free spirit
Barely listening to each other’s feelings anymore
Only trying to decipher the hazy silhouette
Voices dissolve frantically in the created chaos
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 