Ink starts flowing in divergent ways
Wrecking the emotions held within
Complacent world absorbed the vileness
A rehearsed dialogue feels unimpressive
Ruins the art of communication
Articulations lack the finesse- feelings perish
Remain buried in the heart forever
Fabricated wars plunder dreams of men
Commanded to walk across hellfire
Horrid moments settle down in ink
Raring to describe the unholy events
Truth remains unprovoked; an observer
Until the world heals itself of the misery
Hope to wake up in an innocent reality
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 