Last Taste

Waiting for the slow dribble of remnants, of feeble emotions

Once gained momentum like the gust from an unknown world

Irresistible, after the defenses were breached by the strong spirits

Entered life with a purpose, but the seasons changed abruptly

Without the warning of the approaching challenges, the ensuing struggles

Once adorned with fresh garlands, but they withered and vanished

Like fragile particles that would be transformed into an unknown object

Still, the parched throat waited for the familiar taste of life

Once embraced tightly, but now has no direction and purpose

~Amitav

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