Could have been a delightful morning
If I could remember the pleasant dream
Abruptly erased, for I failed to embrace them dearly
All these worries rush in without my consent
Time descends toward uninspiring and dark depths
Where the brightest have to surrender
Tiring pace of monotony and the monochrome days
Early shadows across the new-born light
Their fading brilliance is an ominous sign
~Amitav