Fragile shell, of which, the shattered pieces are strewn there
Couldn’t bear the tenacious lies; prevalent through the seasons
Every Spring the heart reflects on a new dream, but distant it remains
Somehow, they rush towards the untimely winter… frozen melancholy
It is man’s laborious work to deny the visions of the Maker
The kind of consciousness amplifies anthropomorphic distortions
Often, the hasty journeys carry a traveller’s dilemma
Shades of which remains on the vast landscapes- once pristine and clear
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 