Hope Against Life Poem by Prabir Gayen

As a rivulet finds its rest in the undulating ocean. Thou art my hope, the last anchor and buttress against life's sordid foray. Great lines!

Life's frameless freedom and it's fictional Foam of beatitude put me outdoors off my room. in the chamber of my mind i wanted to hide myself. fine poem dear poet Prabir, . tony

As a rivulet finds its rest in the undulating ocean. Thou art my hope, the last anchor and buttress against life's sordid foray.

As a rivulet finds its rest in the undulating ocean. Thou art my hope, the last anchor and buttress against life's sordid foray....////

Foam of beatitude put me outdoors off my room. I wast a forlorn soul eaten within by my own folly and careless wast my wayfaring. Upon awakening I find myself mocked and sealed within the dark chamber of my mind..../////

The way it wished to change my fate wast unknown to me and I wast doomed. Life's frameless freedom and it's fictional Foam of beatitude put me outdoors off my room.///////

Time with its bountiful look hadst come at the doorsil Of my room, It waited for long to change the face of my decrees, .........//////////