Darkness does not feel repetitive...dull morning, detached
Days, like addiction, influence the course of life
Some force dents the vague boundaries
Blunt words kill emotions; yet, passions uncontrolled spurs life
Seeds of discontent, wild desires tamed transform within
Arrested between the roots and their sinister wayward ways
Today, if I ask someone, "what's life?", I find myself mired in minority complex
There are no truthful replies, various modifications of lies
Damned pleasures of the bodies entwined like sleeping shadows
-Amitav Chowdhury
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