The obscure, forgotten, realms that only imaginations dare touch
Spirit endures the harsh reality, the ravages of time
In it’s brief existence, conjure up the energy to fight an existential angst
Beyond utterances and promises and untimely fateful experimentation
There is hope to sacredly hold the soul, go within and beyond
Cultivate fertile imaginations on which dreams can spring
Passionately embrace eternity before a quiet exit, the creative oeuvre entices time
-Amitav Chowdhury