Unsafe

Being late in waking up after a troubled night

The world already breathes feebly in the soft light

Signs of life, the ones who will be forgotten

As the day progresses, the natural feelings recede

Smokescreen of illusions separate the world

Within, there is a slow resurgence of regret

From the inability to imagine with a free will

Not long ago, everyone would escape into the multitude

Now, there has been a stubborn pause

Claws of nature oppressing the contrived objects

No one can anticipate the way ahead

The news drowns the sentiments in a diabolical tone

Reverberations of voices from unknown worlds

~Amitav