Constant glare, thousand dilemmas like recurring puzzles
Foul moods of the world, every morning, only a brief moment of pure light
Constant provocation through stultified languages, messages unsettle the core
Cede whatever you’ve gained into the residues of time
Note, an artificial intelligence, an unusual feeling of adverse events
Actions determined by some forces; beyond your control, a weakening constitution
Experimenting with excuses and trying to carve out a circuitous escape
Humorless time, they ignite at the slightest spark of pure evilness
Hiding a deepening dullness with extravagant maleficent desires
-Amitav Chowdhury
Amitav Chowdhury 