Poets Are Mystics Poem by Prabir Gayen

Poets are Mystic

Poets are mystics,
They know life deeply,
Life to them is a school,
Sometimes with grave mood,
Sometimes with dancing frame,
Poets are found to share their wisdom,
Life to them is a Cul De Sac,
They fall and rise with bottomless
Vision,
Within a handy lawn they stretch their arms,
With whimsical esoterica they knock the wall,
Breaking the boundary layer after layer
let the sky fall onto their feet,
Poets are sky within boundless circle,
They drink the juice of life with single draught,
With life they drink the death with all its sapor,
Poets are peaks with sun-warmed
Valleys,
They are crystal clouds for the slender light to pass,
A vacant witness to harmonious
song of Nature,
Poets are the sweet singing birds,
retelling the same story again and again
with compassionate hearts,
With loving kindness they immolate
their days and nights,
Poets are the friends of life
with all the potential ups and downs.

@probir Gayen /8 February/12: 03 PM/2020.