Autumnal Mind Poem by Prabir Gayen

Autumnal Mind

My mind strays away
In this darkmorning
Of Autumn with neuter air,
Mind of mine roams slovenly.

I am a lone visitor,
Looking nook and corner
Of Space without vigil,
An airy visitor to resting shade.

Flowers make sound
Unheard though; and
Dew drops from loaded breast,
Unseen source indeed.

In this vagrant joy
Of honeyed pain I roam,
Here and there finding meaning
Of life
Even unknown to saga all along.

On the viewless wings
Of seasonal bloom,
Your footprint is felt,
O Master divine with love.

In deep silence rings,
The symphony of Genesis,
The sproutings under the bed,
Is your silent revolution.

Birds still twitter in cosy bed,
Like a fast fading violet
With hot unbearable dim,
Birds float with staggering wind.

The Autumn has spread its cousion,
From forest to valley Glade,
The music, song, dance and muse,
A sleeping celebration.

With the Sun drooping in West,
The hot forest becomes cool,
The humming bees make sweet song,
The melody of late summer.

The sound deep without outfit,
From deep; the core of forest,
The sound of silence profound,
Sway about the forest fallow.

Forest is an Elysian ground,
The Stray mind finds it's cosy dream,
The restless mind finds it's peace,
In Autumn it becomes Store.

The forest is a holiday,
It is the home in wilderness,
The meeting ground of the minds,
Peaceful and restless night dream.

Carefree mood of mind finds place,
In peaceful, Sylvan flourish,
Autumn is a season of dream, Stray minds utmost quiescence.

Today my mind strays away; dead,
Into the forest dim quiet,
With soundless depth it dissolves,
Mind becomes forest in Autumn.

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@Prabir Gayen 26/02/2019 - 7: 56 PM.