My Pain, My Joy, My Love Poem by Prabir Gayen

My pain my joy my love
(My Cleopatra)

Flower blooms and subsides to naught,
It slips to nothingness,
It blooms and pants to spread its heart,
Being nothing it empties it's soul,
It sways without fragrance
and dances to be no- self,
Song of unuttered grace,
it demises to absolute joyousness,
My flower blooms in my heart,
Innermost recess beyond border of my heart,
The zenith of my self,
It blooms and dwindles in and out,
Oh the blooming is painful!
It is too full to hold,
Everyday every minute it soars to sky,
The sky of my love becomes thee,
Thou art my blossoming self,
Oh my love my Cleopatra!
The lifting wave of my soul,
Thy divinity takes my soul with single stroke of thy love.
In muse or mute volume I chant thy name inside my being..
My love my joy my Cleopatra.
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