My Being Poem by Prabir Gayen

-My being-

Beneath the cavern of my heart as silent pain thou art,
O immortal song the witness!
This worthless parnassian of thine
without true shine,
day and night sipping pain as vigorous rhyme.
Thou art as thou art not, yet thy
Presence makes monastery
In every evolved matter and mind.
The stars that sink falling into my being,
I am a sinking being.
In thy comprehensive loftiness
No place do I find as self.
O eternal spirit the sameness of thy devising hast made in my being a diaphanous Preface.