Dream Lifeof Childhood Poem by Prabir Gayen

_Dreamful life of childhood_

Then I was a teenage full of dream,
Life was more than a fairy tale,
Every tree of life was full of teeming joy,
Emotions were nurtured spontaneously,
With no effort to fall in love,
Life was full of love,
The morning breeze was cool
yet full of warmth, full of painless pain.
The Sun rose with smiling heart and life happened with manifold Merriment,
The day was lively with the cries of human Dactyl.
With no reason song flowed with thousand rhymes.
Music of Nature was the music of life.
The green grass and morning dewdrop
was the silent chorus,
It reflected the gleam of soft murmuring sunrays.
With the chirping of birds the earth opened Her eyes,
The day would begin with joy unlimited and wordless.
The whole day was full of dreams to meet,
Joy with sorrow and racy delight.
Night was mysterious and fulfillment,
Heart would fly to touch the sky,
With stars and unknown way to the world beyond,
Yearned my dream-fed mind to soar.
Lived with seven glittering sagas,
Smiled with Synchronous might.
No death was visible even though people died,
In every decaying tree life oozed with polite delight,
Death was full of life, the harmony of delightful knowledge,
Every drop of water was a mighty ocean,
Every pain was a wave,
It rose and fell with no trace behind.
The wavy muse of life was to hint the joy stable,
Within changing tune of life the unchange
was bright and beautiful,
Inside the womb of life the Sun was hidden,
The hope to meet the Mighty was strong,
The fleeting light with receding step showed the path,
Within the micro the macro peeped to love,
bless the myriad forms of life.
The Sun rose to meet the moon,
And the Moon fell on the ocean for secret concourse.
Moment would be born within moment,
And no moment was wasted with painful despair,
Every track of despair was full of lovely mirror
to unseen glory.
Despair knew nothing of the despondency.
Winter was full of summer and Summer sang thesong of silent winter.
Within both was seated the Spring to sing the song of life and it's eternal Largess.
The eyes of my boyhood was full of dream
to meet my Creator and His invitation was deep.
Life was full of loftiness with no thought of death.
With death came the wave to wide the shore of life.