Me Poet Yeps The Poet.. Poem by Prabir Gayen

The Poet the poet
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You are not a stream
O poet the poet,
You are a source
From where stream springs,
If poetry is a stream,
Your are an epical dream,
Every breath of you
Is a canto.
Like flower and it's breath,
The fragrance that spreads
taking wings on breeze,
You are an embodiment
Of love and poetic synthesis,
The words that formed
In the heart of a Master,
Oozes from the house you live,
The innermost atom of your Being.
The truth is one and many doth
It seem,
In your poetry It exudes
Like wordless dictum,
A spontaneous poet of
Wondrous musing.
Like Buddha who drank silence,
Krishna who flowed as Gita,
And Jesus who became Christ,
From horizontal to vertical,
Singing the music of Love.
All are one with same Peace,
Only the ways of dancing are unlike,
Some with joy, some with Lotus
and some with silence,
All are witness in the ocean of life,
One Thruth alighted from diverse tongues.
Like different streams of the same mountain,
Only idiom is of multiple flavours,
You are a mountain with many
fountains,
All goes to same ocean.
The Cloud that floats above,
Falls on mountain range,
With many names it flows
Only to merge into the Billow.
We both are one and of same mud,
Floating like shells
On the ocean of life.
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