My Mistress Poem by Prabir Gayen
My Mistress
- - My Mistress-
My Mistress is not the phantom of delight,
Not the morbid way oflooking life as
Metaphysical aloofness,
She is life itself with pain of living,
The song of unuttered voice.
I have left my flute for her exotic tune,
The way she talks, smile and her silent euphonious love for me.
I saw her secretly stealing my heart,
The way of the world and my heart's
canorous song of life.
She is a storm without wind,
Shower without rain.
She talks like unknown asserting it's
Presence, the mind without mind.
Life and death together, she is my ultimate
Way of living.
Life is a lawn, extension of death
and it's beauteou fulfillment.
My Mistress is not the phantom of delight, Not the morbid way oflooking life as Metaphysical aloofness, ...! !
My Mistress is not the phantom of delight, Not the morbid way oflooking life as Metaphysical aloofness, She is life itself with pain of living, The song of unuttered voice..'''
Life is a lawn, extension of death and it's beauteous fulfillment.
She talks like unknown asserting it's Presence, the mind without mind. Life and death together, she is my ultimate Way of living.
My Mistress is not the phantom of delight, Not the morbid way oflooking life as Metaphysical aloofness, She is life itself with pain of living, The song of unuttered voice
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