Life Dream and Death
Life is a dream,
The dream of truth,
The truth is harsh,
It is on death.
Life is a struggle,
It is for the sense,
The knowledge of death,
It is truly naught.
One after another,
Life teaches us the truth,
Its substratum is death,
Death is the focal point.
Dream is utterly false,
All achievement is false,
The center is Mythic,
So is the periphery.
After a long dream of joy,
I saw life with deep silence,
It is nothing but a wait,
Awaiting the truth to fall.
The truth is excruciating,
In the wall of death it is drawn,
I saw my name among the dead,
To know life is to know the death.
@prabir Gayen/ 2April,6: 34 PM/ 2020.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem