Eternal Love Poem by Prabir Gayen

Eternal Love

There is an arrangement for me,
For my sole self to be,
A deep abysmal flowering,
There is a pond of forgetfulness,
The secret womb of salty solace,
For my Worn-out Egotism,
There is for me a secret flux,
To lose my self to be nothing,
By losing the without
to own the Within,
The river with calm and sequestered steps moves,
Tying with the void the mind
Wishes to touch the ambit of sphere,
To dissolve into the womb of love,
There is for me a furtive flow of Joy strung with overflowing affinity,
The whole cosmos is drunk to outpour my being,
to bedeck my over enthusiastic senses,
The wholesomeness with sweet aloneness In the forest of love bite,
The earth naked to open sky,
There is for me a deep inward invitation to die into absolute vacuum,
The eyes with blank pain embraces me with dreamful droop,
There is for me a deep unbridled
appeal to swim across the corridor of mortal rule,
to forget the mist of Somatic Satiety,
There is for me without doubt
the Unmixed Pain throbbing with
true Mind,
Joy love and modest sacrifice.
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@Prabir Gayen 10: 53/5 February/2020.