Nought! Utter those words, feel those emotions, they’re purely yours, takes courage to spill them over
Already too much turmoil, spaces encroached with trivialities, a trick to lure, away from reality
Whence do you gather that courage, a timely intervention to escape the prolonged drought
Lines and passages do not have a promised contract, literary journeys are lonely; face your own chaos
Not the best are honored, so many stories die in anonymity- they lament within the pages, bereaved of any meaningful relationships
Time will suffocate them, but pages will hold on till the next calamity, a generation will emerge, disinterested and scattered
Battle of willpower, soul dreams of eternity, but wasted by the worldly tussles
Not the brightest of times, it happened in the past, the early death of stories, some even before the author does
-Amitav Chowdhury
Amitav Chowdhury 