Grave Is Silent Poem by Prabir Gayen

Grave Is Silent

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Grave is silent

Nothing in life is of merit,
Nor does the moon shine,
The day is weary and night prosy,
The Joy is lost in woe,
Pleasure of the world is dreary,
The circle of life is vicious,
Only death can come as redemption,
a relief to Residuum.
Life is an endless wait to be void,
The infinity is infinite beyond reach,
futile is every effort,
Nowhere to go and nothing to touch,
only to dwell in utter shudder,
Failure is failure and feat is footless,
Life is a dark night with no morning,
At the mercy of time grave is silent.

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@Prabir Gayen..3: 16 AM.12 January-2020.

Grave Is Silent
Saturday, January 11, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kingsley Egbukole 11 January 2020

A very thought provoking poem. Interesting and beautiful.

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Edward Kofi Louis 13 May 2020

Silent grave! ! The brave heart is gone! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Ayan Mondal 07 June 2020

Nothing in life is of merit, Nor does the moon shine, The day is weary and night prosy, The Joy is lost in woe,

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Ayan Mondal 07 June 2020

Nothing in life is of merit, Nor does the moon shine, The day is weary and night prosy, The Joy is lost in woe, ...

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Rudra Mondal 07 June 2020

Nowhere to go and nothing to touch, only to dwell in utter shudder, Failure is failure and feat is footless, Life is a dark night with no morning, At the mercy of time grave is silent.

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Rudra Mondal 07 June 2020

Only death can come as redemption, a relief to Residuum. Life is an endless wait to be void, The infinity is infinite beyond reach, futile is every effort,

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Rudra Mondal 07 June 2020

Nothing in life is of merit, Nor does the moon shine, The day is weary and night prosy, The Joy is lost in woe, Pleasure of the world is dreary, The circle of life is vicious

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Ayan Mondal 07 June 2020

Nowhere to go and nothing to touch, only to dwell in utter shudder, Failure is failure and feat is footless, Life is a dark night with no morning, At the mercy of time grave is silent.

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Ayan Mondal 07 June 2020

Only death can come as redemption, a relief to Residuum. Life is an endless wait to be void, The infinity is infinite beyond reach, futile is every effort,

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