Beauty Of Silent World Poem by Prabir Gayen

Beauty Of Silent World

Silent Noon,
Birds are pouring their hearts,
All are in competition,
how to fill the empty space!
Humans are caged, birds are free,
Free to fly into the joyous sky,
Continuous like bubbles in the
vast ocean they sing,
Wonder-struck their wisdom-filled
Minds.

Purity pushes them to wing
into blue firmament,
Trees are green and fresh air blows,
Like a new born Earth and new
Denizen in the lap of happy denize,
Vast field of absolute stillness.

In this Vast emptiness
I am back to my modest self,
My forgotten childhood age,
Beneath the flowery shade of
Star-apple, mango and Jamun trees,
On the branches of Java apple
I was wondering to sleep with
the song of common myna (salik)
and the twittering of sparrow,
The blithe spirit of summer soul.

The silent noon, hot and humid,
With occasional outburst of Cuckoo,
the whispering pines
and the silent song of solitude,
In the mango grove of my grandfather,
in the field the Chapman,
and the whistle of friends
to go out into the field,
Avoiding the eyes of my mother
into the sunny cornfield
to catch and collect
butterfly avoiding midday nap.

The earth is feeling the purity
of my childhood days,
The summer of the same grandeur
is filling the ambience,
Birds, butterflies and beetles,
Moth, hornet and bee,
With carefree mood flying
and sitting on fresh flowers.

Trees are happy to have their
Visitors,
Waving branches with alluring
song of sonorous poem,
Idyllic setting all around,
The earth is feeling refreshment
and contentment with deep meditative
state of Sanctification.

@prabir Gayen / 31/03/2020 /
3: 05 PM.

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