My Recluse Poem by Prabir Gayen

- My recluse -

The country, town and city,
The lake and lough,
The vast ocean with mystic tune,
The wilderness of forest with
harmonious cacophony of birds
and beasts,
The bursting of flowers with somnolent
Sound and piercing deep the cord of being
The buzzing of bees,
The deep bottomless and motionless tranquility of the Mighty Hill,
The monumental Himalayas
with its age old expanse of silence,
The grave of the lost tribes and wonder,
doth hold not my heart for peaceful sojourn.

The river, the ocean and the Crystal pool
Of still water that reflects the full moon night,
The silent tress without reverberation,
The stillness within stillness,
Ancient hill with solid lump of solitude,
Softness of the Moon and coolness
of the night and days full of wonderful,
Arcane beauteou forms of fauna and flora,
Must not hold me back for inner Hermitage.

Thy heart is my favorite place, the fullness of my being,
It is not The Himalayas nor the Alphs
that can behold for me a better place to rest,
Thy heart is my eternal pilgrimage.