On 12 The October Poem by Prabir Gayen

- - - On 12 the October - - -


Happy hours wert there on a
Forest of dream,
about a decade ago wert thou engrossed,

Peace and pleasure my beloved worshipper,

Pristine part of my seeking heart, sweetheart.

Years passed and still the love prevails
afferent.

Below the dream of pain -stricken mind, being,

Imbue I day and night thy image full,

Reeking dream of our past life the onerous,

Teething truth it seems to our logical mind.

Happy happy it wast under innocent shower.

Dream fails though to vive with the pain
inherent.

About a decade my love, thou wert mine,

Yearns profound that seal the heart is its prime.

Supreme knowledge fails to weave the past to
present,
rapturous past now hangs as strenuous Now.

Inert mind fumbles to embrace the bygone,
bracing!
Joy of living in placid Hurst with heart,

Intact with flawless stooping is our candor.

Time passed into timelessness without sense,

Another part of our dream in newly dress attuned.

My new form, new frame of mind doth refresh,

Years old pain of fullness thou poured once
warm.

Living this benediction of being will I swim,

Overmuch pain with glimpse will show the light
lucid.

Vacant mind will bring the fullness of our awe,

Eavesdropping this life's deep painful apartness.