The night, extremely nervous, trembles at the first appearance of light
Rolls up like an unclean curtain that obfuscated the dreams for too long
In all this, the little events, like unkind apparitions, hovered around
A world feels distressingly silent on the circumstances of man’s trouble
Feeble supporting voices vanish like mysterious smoke, stifled breathing
Scarlet skies are not the reflections of untroubled radiance or cosmic awakening
Slender chances, harrowing pathways, extremely devious journey ahead
Sooner, the brightness will dwindle, expected to usher grim feelings
Lands bereft of inspirational voices will only echo nervous reminders
No more elegant scenes composed of blissful thoughts, of hope and grace
Charmed time is forcefully pulled towards the deepest crisis
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 