An hour is too long, sometimes the clock seems tired
Here, souls hold their breath just before dawn
First tip of light, a golden arrow shatters darkness's myth
Before comprehending the changes, clocks speed up
Life subsides, later shaken by untimely interference
Impeding tranquility of a house, home yet to be a reality
Finding solace between the splits of time, spaces of freedom
Looking for that long pause and awakening before dawn
-Amitav Chowdhury
Amitav Chowdhury 