Since you were not eager to be awake at the crucial hour
Time flowed like the lonely brook, changing its course
Trough some rough terrains and cramped spaces
Proof that Earth has been under immense pressure
Suffering from a kind of malady, making it pallor
You, wrapped in a mistaken identity, a snug fit
I have been a smudged silhouette- flowing away with the brook
Submerged, but completely aware of the hues of my soul
You must be thirsty now, but I cannot satiate your life anymore
Time has transformed everything and the destination unknown
~Amitav
