When thoughts are feverish and the winter melancholic
All the emotions curl up within, a rare display of trust
Everything is touched by lies and stories unsuitable for the fainthearted
Without fair warning, the deep covers of lamentations hide feelings
Trickled down, whilst went unheard for a long time
Someone authorizes the forceful surrender of the pure emotions
Taking over the consciousness, as if it is a treasure to be plundered
Love nothing, feel nothing, these are dark days of mayhem
Adulterated sympathy influences the narrative of a multitude
Unusual unfriendly nature as life is exposed to harsh weather
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 