Acrostic-(R D A M) Poem by Prabir Gayen

Acrostic-(R D A M)

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-Acrostic-
(R D A M)

Reverence to thee for thy blessed being,
Idyllic is thy sense and love deep,
To the suffering mankind thy immersion absolute.
Under thy sensitive heart exudes dictum profound.

Dear one of the beloved the great,
In thy self the fulfilment of the prominent.
Dedication is the prime, the rib,
Into the being is nurtured the easy taste.

All is well when mind is in shape,
Of all the glory galore in the self,
Living is deep to live for other.

My mind feels pain in joy for thee,
Of all the job thou take for pestilenc,
Rare soul of spiritual growth,
And in the heart is the master's grace,
Divine shines from every pore of thy corporal bud,
Above the door of personal growth,
Beauty is thy eyes that look beyond demicle,
All and above thou art my hearts delight,
Do I feel thee in every core of my being.

Acrostic-(R D A M)
Tuesday, December 4, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Meethi Mondal 31 December 2018

My mind feels pain in joy for thee, Of all the job thou take for pestilenc, Rare soul of spiritual growth, And in the heart is the master's grace, ...fine expression deep

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Shreya Ghosh 01 June 2020

Reverence to thee for thy blessed being, Idyllic is thy sense and love deep, To the suffering mankind thy immersion absolute. Under thy sensitive heart exudes dictum profound.

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Shreya Ghosh 01 June 2020

Dear one of the beloved the great, In thy self the fulfilment of the prominent. Dedication is the prime, the rib, Into the being is nurtured the easy taste

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Srijan Mondal 01 June 2020

All is well when mind is in shape, Of all the glory galore in the self, Living is deep to live for other

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Srijan Mondal 01 June 2020

Reverence to thee for thy blessed being, Idyllic is thy sense and love deep, To the suffering mankind thy immersion absolute. Under thy sensitive heart exudes dictum profound.

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Shreya Ghosh 01 June 2020

Divine shines from every pore of thy corporal bud, Above the door of personal growth, Beauty is thy eyes that look beyond demicle, All and above thou art my hearts delight, Do I feel thee in every core of my being.

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Shreya Ghosh 01 June 2020

My mind feels pain in joy for thee, Of all the job thou take for pestilenc, Rare soul of spiritual growth, And in the heart is the master's grace

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Shreya Ghosh 01 June 2020

All is well when mind is in shape, Of all the glory galore in the self, Living is deep to live for other

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