- I Have Seen My Self- Poem by Prabir Gayen

- I Have Seen My Self-

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- I have seen my self-
(My projected being)

On the street where the path dissolves in crossing,
On a lone winter evening a silhouette silent and still,
Who art thou standing in lone painfulness?
Gazing at me with undulating gesture.
Oh you! You have come to take me in your arms?
In this silent evening no one is there to bid me farewell,
Will you wait a little, for a tiny bit of time?
I will to make a difference in my domicile.
In this dark indulgence my mind feels joy
Unlimited,
Is this the end of the way?
In this utter calmness all the birds into stillness,
The wind stops blowing and drifting waves cease,
Is this the time to sail across?

On the edge of the path where shepherd boys rare go,
Beneath a baniyan tree where birds rear their nestling,
On the edge of the path where sky winks,
You stand before the shore of my life.
O mighty spirit! the joy of leaving, wait a little,
l will go with thee unknown path though.
Life with all its ugliness was not inapt,
It was too deep for my tiny soul.
At the end of the road where it divulged,
A vast shore without shore unknown to me,
A shoreless shore the other shore.
The light blinks and shadow spreads,
Vaster than the sea of life.

o divine man! Is it you who wait all the time?
In life and death and in between lifetime.
In this winter evening the calm otiose poise of time,
I see my life as evening sees the day,
The dark moon is behind the cloud,
awaiting to shine with its glory.
The night will dawn with new light.
The early morning is gone
with pain and passion,
The evening looks back
the dew and the chirping of birds,
The tidy afternoon buckle though the the soft hour.
The wind is blowing with pain ponderous mind,
it will die soon on your Extremities,
The place where you bide to be
to embrace the tired alphabet of my unused life.
My soul that departs without much use,
In thy hand will it become it upright,
From abysmal pit to empty Esprit.

On the street where people forget to tread,
I see your silent note invoking me to your shore.
Wait a little I will sail across side by side
With smiling face and with no regret.

- I Have Seen My Self-
Saturday, November 24, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajnish Manga 25 November 2018

(1) I would first like to quote a couple of lines from this outstanding poem: In this dark indulgence my mind feels joy Unlimited.... Is this the end of the way? O mighty spirit! the joy of leaving, wait a little.... On the street where people forget to tread, I see your silent note invoking me to your shore.

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Prabir Gayen 25 November 2018

Rajnish Magna... extremely thankful to you for your comments..love and care..

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 24 November 2018

This is emotionally a very nice poetry Hope more such ones you compose so that guys like me also read t slowly and absorb your visions similes and metaphors in earnestness and then appreciate from the opponents shore what lies in this life shore after shore but invisibility of future and the mid ought to absorb life' has a meaning and end for sure Your poem is the harbinger of such a message may more read your moderna poetry God willing

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Prabir Gayen 24 November 2018

Thanks for your exceptionally beautiful comments....

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Bharati Nayak 01 December 2018

On the street where people forget to tread, I see your silent note invoking me to your shore. Wait a little I will sail across side by side With smiling face and with no regret. - - - - - -A beautiful piece of poem- - - Death is not viewed with fear, but a peaceful resting place for tired life.

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me poet yeps poet 14 May 2022

OLD BUT GOLD PG

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Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh 06 October 2021

On the streat where people forget to tread..the poem making me to look to life. treat

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Dr Antony Theodore 20 December 2020

Oh you! You have come to take me in your arms? In this silent evening no one is there to bid me farewell, Will you wait a little, for a tiny bit of time? Very fine poem very imaginative. posing yourself.. to meet you. tony

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Biswajit Roy 01 September 2020

In this utter calmness all the birds into stillness, The wind stops blowing and drifting waves cease, Is this the time to sail across

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Biswajit Roy 01 September 2020

On the street where the path dissolves in crossing, On a lone winter evening a silhouette silent and still, Who art thou standing in lone painfulness? Gazing at me with undulating gesture

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