Inner Realm__ A Tiny Flower_ Poem by Prabir Gayen

Inner Realm
__A Tiny Bud__

A tiny flower newly born out of shower,
It is new to the world, to the new Sun,
The petals are open and franrance out,
All the doors are open to the bower,
One by one it moults petals to view the sky,
The sky is within the breast of the bud,
In the silent song of the breeze it dances,
It dances within its bough in graceful muse,
The petals drop and tiny bit of joy oozes,
It is enough for the tiny breast to hold,
The waves of eternity in a wee bosom,
Every petal is a window to peep,
To the vastness of the sky pure and true.
With the rolling of the Sun above home,
The gliding of the day to soft shelter,
The petals drop and move into nothingness.
The beauty dissolves into homeless home,
All the doors break and doorless is the flower.
With its limited access being a flowers,
It becomes a celebration without form,
It dances in the afternoon with no petal.
Within its source the tiny bloom is mindless,
Along the sky the drop of joy is oceanic.
The presence of the presence is felt deep.
The flower that was born in the early hour,
Moving with the Sun it becomes one with all.