Life is a Mirror
Past is painful to be not,
Future is dull to be future,
Only the self is not,
Feeling the presence is cordially
painful to wish for the past,
Dead past is Internecine to be death,
A pulling to bygone dreams,
The clouded minds with multidimensional
scaling of thought with throbbing heart,
Childhood is a warm Joy full of existence,
The Sun is warm with the Joy of mind,
The Night is mystic with Sky-born
twinkle,
A deep magnetic resonance beckoning
the storm of life,
A deep and oceanic ripple of fear to
be not denies the presence,
With each forward movement
Life is slipping away into naught,
Without clouds and pluvial flamingo
to unknown abode,
The abyss of heart dodders,
The presence is Joyless without
the pleasure of boyhood dreams.
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@prabir Gayen...11: 22 PM.3 January.2020.
Beautiful poem on life well constructed...10. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments and ratings
It is a mirror that reflects but not exactly same mostly responded, how amazing to see that we living a life but it still a mystery and we learned and exam is everyday through decision and people surrounding...it is interesting but as you said the past is making now more pleasurable with dreams and its root to adulthood direction :)
Past is painful to be not, Future is dull to be future, Only the self is not, Feeling the presence is cordially painful to wish for the past
Dead past is Internecine to be death, A pulling to bygone dreams, ..
Dead past is Internecine to be death, A pulling to bygone dreams,
Past is painful to be not, Future is dull to be future, Only the self is not,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A brilliant write dear Prabir.......10 Wish you happy new year 2020