Tinged with poignant hues, rippled horizon from night’s lamentations
Dulled crimson looks odd on a morning canvas, dreams are barometers of human loneliness
Yesterday has a significant influence, whereas, the present looks bewildered
In between, a lone man tries to train his eyes to look beyond
Thinking,”this too will be washed away”, may be needs another fierce downpour
It may either make the world look cleansed from greasy tinge of melancholia
Or, inundate the shallow crucibles of human foibles
Playing with imaginations, with apparitions off the murky puddles
Only thing that floats are the paper boats, of little scribbles of discontent in them
-Amitav Chowdhury
Amitav Chowdhury 