‎me Poet Yeps Poet ‎(A Tribute) Poem by Prabir Gayen

‎Me Poet Yeps Poet
‎(A Tribute)
‎Prabir Kumar Gayen
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‎Me poet Yeps, poet,
‎A poet and a heart made of molten gold,
‎A poet and a river without a source,
‎Or a source flowing toward infinite ending.
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‎Me poet Yeps, poet,
‎An inspiration breathing beyond mind,
‎A light that keeps emitting without time,
‎A radiance no dusk can bind.
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‎A poet that knows no despair,
‎A single heart bearing multitudinous tunes
‎Of endless and echoing harmony;
‎Fire within like the sovereign sun,
‎And moonlight calm as a placid lake,
‎Spreading love through the fragrance of poem.
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‎Time passed, and I remained repairing
‎The wounds of my heart and being,
‎Patiently stitching torn silences,
‎Threading pain toward healing,
‎Sealing the unavoidable scar
‎With trembling yet faithful hands.
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‎And you were not found,
‎O poet — the poet,
‎The master among masters,
‎Where have you gone, leaving behind
‎Your beloved and breathing room?
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‎Where have you wandered, silent minstrel,
‎Leaving echoes upon empty walls,
‎Leaving verses hovering like incense
‎Inside memory's dim corridors?
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‎Yet the smile of your mother,
‎"Moms' Smile" — still shines bright,
‎A gentle lamp through corridors of night,
‎Still warming the altar of remembrance,
‎Still blooming inside the garden of light.
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‎@Prabir Gayen
‎15 Feb/2026/2: 05 PM.
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