Pitter-patter

On the deserted land, barren and shamed, hoping for the return of pulsation

Ears on the ground sometimes, looking East, days collapse on the West’s tired cradle

Hopeful of the night, fewer stars, a confused and tired soul wishes a clearer sky

Dense consciousness, lonelier stillness, closed eyes and prayers in the heart

Waiting to reconnect, retrace the paths forgotten over time, historical blunders

Passages emptied of time, filled with deft illusions and incredulous moments

If the dusty paths can settle again, show the past, return of the erased times

Thirsty eras now gasp for signs, a few drops of consciousness stirs the soul

-Amitav Chowdhury

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