My Little Source Of Joy Poem by Prabir Gayen

My Little Source of Joy

The Sun rises and the Moon blooms,
Flowers dance and celebrate for me,
Day comes and goes,
Night is ever peaceful,
It is soothing always like music
when air blows along the empty space,
The house of my mind is harmonious,
Emptiness is filled with
unuttered emptiness,
Silent music dawns with emotional
intelligence,
Your sweet presence in every weight,
Full moon night is as sweet as dark Sky,
With the absence of pleasure
Joy reigns,
Upon Your Joyous smile
the stars bloom,
In every dying content
Life alights,
You are my rising Sun
and I am the western Sky,
With Autumnal musing
I enjoy Your eternal Spring,
Like fleeting Joy of summer
You dance in the shrine of my
Being, the unfettered guest,
I am a wayfarer like the song
Of a dying bird,
I am a wave without ocean,
A flower shrouded with
colourless vapor,
With Your 'Flaming Peace'
the dead past of mine dies
with throbbing hope of embracing
Life,
Though cold wind is blowing
with little access to light,
The song is uppermost
in the fabric of being,
Plangent in every single wire,
YOU are my Morning with Orphean air
forcing the ocean
On the lawn of fainted light,
Upon Your dancing innocence
My inward soul is resurrected.

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@Prabir Gayen /6: 57 PM/11 February/2020.