Fading Light Of Life Poem by Prabir Gayen
Fading Light Of Life
Fading Light Of Life
The sun is rising and setting,
Unaware of the change on the earth,
The Earth is like moving wave,
Every moment it changes,
Life is a great farce
and it changes its colour,
Every colour of Life is colourless,
Colour reflects colour and it is
the waste of time,
The cold season with the urge
of Life's mellifluous music
Now is cold with the thought of death,
The fleeting light that was present
in the dream feeding eyes
with the colour of reflective delight
now is exiguous in every single shadow
of creation,
The flow of life is ebbing
toward a shoreless sea,
The music of evening birds
is continuously improving
the darkness in the Light,
The drifting waves are now quiet,
Sober is the music of hanging clouds
crystal and mindless,
Mind is not mindful
of the citadel of Life,
The Murmurous music
of the great waves of Life,
With cold flickering light
The Sun is telling the end of the day,
With slow deep movement of the day
Night has become a painful witness
of those vibrant ways,
The way of life is a slow shifting
of festive season to silent sweetness
of easy departure.
@prabir Gayen
5 October,2020,7: 00 PM.
The way of life is a slow shifting of festive season to silent sweetness of easy departure.
The way of life is a slow shifting of festive season to silent sweetness of easy departure.
The way of life is a slow shifting of festive season to silent sweetness of easy departure.
A nice philosophical poem on the meaningless life. 'The fleeting light that was present in the dream feeding eyes with the colour of reflective delight now is exiguous in every single shadow of creation, '... is very nice. Thanks very much.
The sun is rising and setting, Unaware of the change on the earth, The Earth is like moving wave, Every moment it changes,
Now is cold with the thought of death, The fleeting light that was present in the dream feeding eyes with the colour of reflective delight now is exiguous in every single shadow of creation, the flow of life...............full stop u read me no more PPPPPPPPGGGG WHY AJAREEEEEEEEEEEEE KYAAAAAAAAAAAAA
The flow of life is ebbing toward a shoreless sea, The music of evening birds is continuously improving the darkness in the Light,
Nowhere is the fragility of life's fabric more evident than in the passing moods of a sensitive person. Watching the day's end, he is reminded of mortality. Life's brilliant colors must be relinquished as a day wanes, reminding us that impermanence claims all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/11/2024 12:52:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Excellent....10*** The Sun is telling the end of the day, With slow deep movement of the day Night has become a painful witness of those vibrant ways,