Moves on, trickles down deeper into the existence, the psyche, feels like relentless prickles

Later, it had sounds, rhythms that birthed history- all happens in a flash, but feels lime eternity

Laborious journey of tired souls, upon the unsettling heat if conflicts, feels like destiny conspired by darkness

Drilled movements, of people and emotions, numbed senses, but marches on, tired bodies and exhausted desires

Only if this time could be pleasant like the transformations of eternity, no, but pleading repeatedly, from antiquity born

Heralding a change, a significant change, of fate; destiny’s not promised by primordial time

-Amitav Chowdhury


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