Trying to dissolve the past moments in a chaotic time
At the dwindling hour of another year that will be a memory
Though it will be tough to place it amidst the bygone years
Difficult chapters and an unbound manuscript written in muddled ink
Another shelf hastily crafted from the decayed wood- sun hasn’t been kind
Neither has poetry flowed generously from the subdued poet
It has been a succession of inopportune years like a heavy crustaceous burden
Lining the layers of life like the fate lines with a deeper impact
Yet another desire to wave at the receding year, bidding farewell to blurry chaos
Seeking solace in the cradle of forever truth, in an eternity that only matters
Hoping the poet will rise, awaken, gather the emotions before they fade away
~Amitav Chowdhury
Amitav Chowdhury 