Life Poem by Prabir Gayen

Life

The dead City and forthe dead people,
Life is nothing but a false dreaming.
The shadow of light is a beautiful notion,
Sometimes pain andsometimes peasure.
The sun rises and invites the moon to betray us to dream.
The flowers bloom to die and the ephemeral life oozes.
The empty life is full of empty drums and hinders the Great Naught.
Light is no light and shadow is false advertising.
The fragrance that blows on unseen breeze is norhingness it brings.
The heart and being with mindful stream weave not the song,
Uncharted domain that remains all the time where time fails to know.
Mind is a stormy night in an incliment fisticuff.
The moon drops on the weavy grass and shadow soothes the loaded self.