Love And Joy Poem by Prabir Gayen

Love And Joy

Rating: 5.0


Love brings joy
Like shower brings flower,
Flower is nothing but index
Through which divinity dawns.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life,love
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Prabir Gayen 22 June 2016

It is a poem of my friend's boyish love, Aruna is his love unfulfilled and unattained. Aruna here is a symbol of pain and suffering of a dejecced, or self deceived lover.

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Dr Antony Theodore 23 June 2016

Life's sordid allegory failed to weave a chronicle of my boyish love and thou art now someone's mistress. Ending the poem in a very sad tone......a love that remains not fulfilled...... the pain of it in the background of all that you described in the poem........ a very nice poem..... full of emotions , it carried me away. thank you. tony

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Prabir Gayen 07 February 2019

Thanks dear poet.....

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 12 February 2019

you are a lover ROMANTIC JUST be more assertive poetry will flow like the Ganges in your case the BRAHMAPUTRA and more Aruna's likes will fall in love with thee take care of wife will ye marriage must not ever compromised be but always COMPROMISE THOU MUST PG

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Mahtab Bangalee 13 February 2019

goodly written.......................

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Rudra Mondal 27 June 2020

Flower is nothing but index Through which divinity dawns.

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Rudra Mondal 20 June 2020

Love brings joy Like shower brings flower, Flower is nothing but index Through which divinity dawns.

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Edward Kofi Louis 09 August 2019

Love brings joy! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Srijita Mondal 02 June 2019

Nice poem on PG's friend's boyish love.Aruna is his friend's love unfulfilled and unattained. Aruna here is a symbol of pain and suffering of a dejecced, or self deceived lover.10+

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Prosanta Mondal 01 April 2019

Thou wert always and forever in my dream and my heart panted ever in thy name and still thy tender - taken breath away me from thee. Life's sordid allegory failed to weave a chronicle of my boyish love and thou art now someone's mistress.

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