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Cradle To Cosmos

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Cradle to Cosmos

Long ago with trembling hand
did I hold the hand of my mother,
Heart was Warm with the
dream of blissful days,
Colourful were the days
for Unknown Mystery ahead,
Cosmic bliss rained lovingly
With no pain of supposed strains,

Eyes were full of dreamful Joy
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Cradle To Cosmos
Wednesday, February 20, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Childhood memories live joy pain devotion
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kim Barney 21 February 2019

A fascinating poem, Prabir. Thanks for inviting me to read it.

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Prabir Gayen 21 February 2019

Thanks dear poet Augusto Lunedi....

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Julia Luber 20 February 2019

Beautiful poem taking the traditional adoration of one's mother to a whole new level and understanding her as the whole cosmos. Very charming and complex about a relationship we think we understand without so many elaborate words, but these words add insight. They do not detract.

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Prabir Gayen 20 February 2019

Thanks Julia Luber.......

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Prabir Gayen 20 February 2019

Very much thanks dear poetess Julia

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Stella Astro 05 October 2020

Let me die to my overmuch dream, My aspirant mind to put my face on You, With similar beatitude like my childhood, Let me Cradle from creation to Cosmos

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Adilson Pinto 27 September 2020

Yes, my dear friend and poet: only in God (Guru) we can rescue that lost happiness! I feel it in my soul! The ancient times won't come back anymore! Beautiful poem!

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Biswajit Roy 01 September 2020

Long ago with trembling hand did I hold the hand of my mother, Heart was Warm with the dream of blissful days, Colourful were the days for Unknown Mystery ahead, Cosmic bliss rained lovingly With no pain of supposed strains, ..! ! !

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Biswajit Roy 01 September 2020

With the March of time all is lost, the song of birds now bears message for unthought idea, Dreamful and easy days are hardened for life's essential promises, Like a canvas mind is painted with rough draft, ...! ! !

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Prabir Gayen 01 September 2020

Long ago with trembling hand did I hold the hand of my mother, Heart was Warm with the dream of blissful days, Colourful were the days..! ! !

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