We can harm stones too
Stony paths traversed
Carrying the feelings like a misshapen rock
Jagged edges bleeding the soul
We could have been cured
The prevailing melancholia transforming into poison
Heartless now, in the midst of a desert
Fine granules of time hurt the eyes
Parched souls favor the deepening loveless life
Hurtling themselves towards a chasm
Working out the Karma
The pestilence of past misdeeds
Colluding with time Unhealed for eons
Warriors of doom
©Amitav Chowdhury
