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
Amitav Chowdhury 