Enfeebled

No one can be compelled to interpret the meanings

Sometimes, there are none, only beautifully crafted

Lengthy composition with a hint of elitist utterances

Plucked from the esoteric world, dampened with gloom

A strange attraction, splashes of unfathomable ink

Of whose composition and chemical nature is unknown

Toxic, from the dormant days, it spoils the fragile pages

Conquering feelings that are precious, with a venom

The desire to be stung by the potent fluid; unkind

The heart beats feebly, looking at the words perish

Many such images crumpled and gone too soon

Lack of passion, and the violent will to leave a void

~Amitav