Unclear Time

None can prophesise about the night

Or, about what darkness with it will bring

Numbed senses do not feel any more

Unaware, full of fear, walks directionless

Humility is not reflected as a virtue

Life’s synonyms are erroneous- appear disarrayed

There are mighty claims about untruths

Feeble souls speak in an uncouth decibel

Problems treble amidst mindless existence

Only fragments and absurd arguments

Night freezes the harmful feelings

Morning feels distressed from early hours

Man does not know where to seek freedom

~Amitav