Become My Intuition Poem by Prabir Gayen

Become My Intuition

Become an epic in the soil of my soul,
Become a sweet dream that relieves
pain of life,
Become a sweet child again to
nurture innocence,
Become a dull moment of love,
Become a bird of casual air and
sing the song of my childhood,
Become a muddy road full of dust,
Become a wave that brings the
fragrance of my boyhood days,
Become a painful song of life
that relieves the anguish from mind,
Become a hailstorm and fall on my lawn,
Become a joyful moment of bright vision
that opens my heart,
Become a knock and let me be awaken,
Become a sudden clash of thunder and
gleam the room of my being,
Become a paddy field and take me
to the people of my infant's delight,
Become a patch of cloud and float like
light of my hope,
Become a sunny day to bring fresh air
of peaceful ambience,
Become a flower free from malign foil,
Become the prayer of my soul and
inspire creative ripple,
Become my life's unuttered
song of failure,
Become a welcoming note to say
bye with smile on face with no regrets.
Become a deep slumberous quietness and
let me set in the western sky of my Being,
Become a chariot to let me sail into
the wavy womb of nothingness.
Become my intuition to go beyond
Somnambulism of my planted life.



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