Brooding Time

Brooding time bears the testimony of an uncanny world

Devouring the precious moments even before they can run freely

Like a fierce competition against another reality trying to merge

Plucking the roots and leaving the earth fallow in troubled paradise

None can see the end of time that like a serpent’s fangs are bifurcated

Sometimes the night just whistles past the desolate houses

Strange occurrences the morning next like an uneasy appearance

Not yet ready to wake up the souls asleep for spells of past millennium

Time may not be the same again as friendly it used to be

~Amitav Chowdhury

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