I Would Not Be Poem by Prabir Gayen

I would not Be
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The Sun will gleam and the bud will burst,
The Sun rises and the bud blooms,
The Moon shines and the water reflects it's dim delight,
The moonlight is happy to fall on the ocean,
It will go on and on,
The day ends and the night dreams.
Life will continue to ooze in every pore of Nature.
The earth will sleep with meditative trance in the twilight,
The birds like drunken dream will Twitter on the trees,
Celebrating the end of the day,
The parting light of the departing sun will make them glad,
Will make them mad with joy unknowable.
The morning will bathe every day
With the mist,
before the glorious moment of dawning,
The dawn will be momentous as Now,
The chirping of birds will usher the change,
Morning will roll on,
with the slow movement of the sun with the cries of life,
Life however Dreamful or painful will continue to roll on,
The shivering cold, painful of painless,
Soothing of seething will go on,
The birds with chilling pain or scorching Vacuity will look for nest and nestling,
The beast wild or tame will search food to satiate hunger or thirst,
The fox will hide in the hole,
The saga will give life to find the whole,
The wholenes,
andthe holy edifice willcontinue to hold the past though no more,
The air will bring peace in soft murmuring forest,
The raindrops will bring tilage in forest or hills,
Nature will bring tiny desert with joy and heavy flowering with plants,
The stream will continue to fall with rhapsodic sound,
Will flow on the surface of the earth and pass into abysmal naught,
Many a moment of breathless joy and exasperating pain,
Bewildered and shocking will dawn,
The buzzing bees and silence deep,
The Sun glittering and clouds dark and deep falling,
With pain or joy, sadness or gladness,
Life will continue to flow,
It is and will be however black and white,
Only I will not be there,
Nor will I be there to woo you or get taunted by you,
Today will vanish into tomorrow and tomorrow never comes.
Morning and it's joy,
the noon and it's rolling into the
idle evening and the Night mysterious and nutritious will be,
Only I will not be to witness.
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