Fevered days with tired pace, tired shadows rests upon a spent world
Rugged surfaces, sudden screeches, faltering promises, people grappling with misunderstood truths
Common heretics follow the fallow ideas, whereas, the real thinkers are perturbed with adulterated silence
Disgraced with volatile ideas, haven for compulsive liars, of snake oil sellers
Silence skewered with raging criticisms, a time twisted and sinewy, ragged reasoning, unreasonable demands
Of a bunch of cacodemons stealing the virtues of silence, often, wisdom is punished, a vulgar circus of vitiated morality
Bent over in front of megalomaniac characters, the disgraced silence is still a nonconformist
-Amitav Chowdhury
Amitav Chowdhury 