Bones may not bear the thoughts of ancient times
Growing up with a sense of lacking a tradition
Adhering to so many images that were uncomfortable
Temporal dreams gather and form a cloudy weather
It becomes a reality- the senses also feel convenient
Of accepting the ephemeral tradition, not of antiquity
Contemporary thoughts deficient of timeless purpose
Rushing to form an opinion, a complete meaning
From certain hollow ideologies- a hasty conclusion
Nervously conforming to the overtly critical views
Flowing with the purposeless waves at own peril
Sooner the audacious currents will become obsolete
-Amitav