When you say goodbye to the day. reluctantly. after a sigh and a glance
Through the corners of the tired eyes, so wary of the unworthy images
Garishly painted over the incongruous objects, the homes sigh alone
Towering through the rarefied environment while spaces shrink here
Either taken away to be designed in a restrictive plan or hidden from view
Of the rightful people, who become strangers and tresspasers
Conveniently there are numerous labels to vilify them, vent their anger
Desecrating the sanctity of the last sacred spaces that have been gifted
~Amitav
