Thoughts, like crumbs, strewn here and there, after devouring the portions with an unknown hunger
Thinking of wasting nothing, like precious bread, but an unwanted hurry, to take away something extra
Even if it does not agree with the system, making the consciousness lethargic, emanating tiresome energies
Weakening the being, the cosmic structure, feeble frames weild a war with overburdened thoughts, an insatiable desire, a debilitating hunger
Those crumbs accumulate everyday, bits and pieces of wisdom rot in heaps, but thoughts are scarce still, only unnatural and without any culture
Wrung the important portions out, till they become fibrous and filling, but do not sustain any natural thought; losing the meaning of existence, in bits and pieces
-Amitav Chowdhury
Amitav Chowdhury 