Turbulent

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

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