Stupor Of My Being Poem by Prabir Gayen

Stupor of My Being
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From the dark sheltering ground
of feeding floor,
Upon night's soothing
and fostering love,
Pale purple evening where breath doth last,
Flickering delight with painful stupor,
Thou art in the center core of my heart.
In the blood that runs with Corporal flame,
In the being that Lives Out with the pain of sense,
Thou art for me in the shade and the shine,
Dream dismal is lying on the road I trod.
Thou art o beloved the great as song unheard,
Always and ever as source of love and joy,
Within and without I am spelled with thought,
On the citadel of my heart live thee as source of love,
Pale purple or orange like the flame of a pyre.
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