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
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Beautifully expressed 👌
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Sometimes, there are none, only beautifully crafted – this lovely line jumped out at me, Amitav!
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