Imprudent night, the dreams are hollow too
Inappropriate feelings drape the unlit reality
There are no spare sparks from the waning flame
Curious faces speak hurriedly, only to blame
The dismal moments are surprisingly stubborn
Unaware of the repercussions of such proclivity
Blind towards the misdeeds- fatal repetitions
Lesser senses run amok to wrongfully woo
Mischievous chances of diabolical times
Speaking the untruths through a porous barrel
Life could not be unseen if the mind was keen
Doubtful scribbling in many antique pages
Evokes the other side of a dangerous world
Puerile nature of man conflicts with the Universe
Of whose stubborn actions threaten existence
Crumbling everyday, the changes are extreme
~Amitav
