Morning smeared with the unsettling images
That the first light has to endure; a perversion
Brought upon by the reflections through cracked prisms
Wild guesses on the patience of time
Cracks are visible on the trampled pathways
Inconsistencies, and sustained injuries by the actions
Tremors of dysfunctional thoughts
At the prime of indecent era- belligerence, anarchy
Violating the sanctity of a brilliant morning
Visible absurdities from the misguided crowd
Only a matter of time, before tranquillity is scarce
Sudden realisation upon a impatient world
In a hidden corner, at the most inopportune time
~Amitav
