Everybody is Nobody
In the cave of Mind,
Solid with emptiness,
I found myself lost in space,
A mind having nothing to brood,
A being having nothing to feel,
A big space of timeless beauty,
An unfathomable muse of pain,
Meeting with someone very near
to my self and no-self,
I found my innermost Joy with
no trace of joyful aroma,
I met an unrecognisable soul
In the empty shell of bodiless bower,
A big figure of weirded body of dark distance,
Empty walking of space,
The clandestine deportment
of a rootless eremite,
A self to call himself a nobody,
I met with my self the No - Self,
In the Cave of my mind I have nothing to think
about Bona Fide thing and theme.
@prabir Gayen;
4 October,2020,12: 02 AM.
I met with my self the No - Self, In the Cave of my mind I have nothing to think about Bona Fide thing and theme
I met with my self the No - Self, In the Cave of my mind I have nothing to think about Bona Fide thing and theme
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In the cave of Mind, Solid with emptiness, I found myself lost in space