Last Embrace
I am not a shareholder of your Blessings,
Nor am I a proxy player in the stage of life,
I am an useless iota in the sea of life,
With pain in heart I am an witness.
Yet my heart yearns to take
an upward flight,
With dreamless sight makes an edifice,
Hold with painful Love your image
In the core of my eyes O my drop-dead!
Beyond the border of Mind and Time,
I live as a forgotten self and dejected,
In the sequestered forest of my being,
A solitary witness of life and death.
I am a tested self liquefied
with forgiven blows of life,
A silent ascetic being drinking
Each moment the bitter juice of Pain.
Being away from You O My Master!
I feel pain of Sin of shocking Kind,
Dense and ineffable and Irredeemable,
Away form Your Loving Sight I hide.
In my silent solitary being I adorn You,
With the flowers of my tears and grief,
forgetting my personal joy and sorrow,
I hold you tight in my laden heartbeat.
O My Master my Childhood Friend!
I played with with in every Season,
In Sunlight and in Moonlight with prayer,
If Life fails, let me be embraced in death.
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@Prabir Gayen - 08/ 03/2019- 12: 44 PM.
(Prabir Kumar Gayen)
In my silent solitary being I adorn You, With the flowers of my tears and grief, forgetting my personal joy and sorrow, I hold you tight in my laden heartbeat
Yet my heart yearns to take an upward flight...........Yes, as per my intuition, you will fly going high...touching the sky! A beautiful poem tinged with spiritual vibe! (10)
Beyond the border of Mind and Time, I live as a forgotten self and dejected, In the sequestered forest of my being, A solitary witness of life and death ................................................................
I am a tested self liquefied with forgiven blows of life, A silent ascetic being drinking Each moment the bitter juice of Pain ...................................................................
My childhood friend. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Exhortational, heartfelt and embellished with sincere pain, Prabir has created a profound scream for his soul, couched in a variant floral degree of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
O My Master my Childhood Friend! I played with with in every Season, In Sunlight and in Moonlight with prayer, If Life fails, let me be embraced in death