On The Death Of A Mild Man Poem by Prabir Gayen

- On the Death of Mild Man -
(A beautiful Mind)
(A poem of Condolence To Mayukh Sardar)

On the marketplace people wander,
Restless and full of minds,
Life is a busy hive and flow of life is United,
People are walking like a pond of lacquer,
Furnishing every moment that death snatches.
Life is death every moment,
Death rising every moment and Life it doth seems.
People heaving along the path to naught,
The burning pyre within,
Life is a burning flame
that happened every moment without trash,
Unknownunseenrealm that is reborn without
The trace of birth.
Death is a beautiful land, silent secure and fearless.

On the way people wander with wonderous minds,
Jostle to think about what to think
that thinking is useless,
Death enters a house with absolute silence,
Only death is silence and brings silence,
Silencing the minds pounces the death from unknown world,
Like storm invincible and invisible lashes on earth,
Like the mist of early morning,
Like a wave that rose within moment's distance,
Death enters a house to spread it's silent being.
All the pain is gone that was rising with the
lifting waves of life,
All the ups and downs that Within
calling the spirit of death to end the season of suffering,
The season to fall on the ground of endless virtue,
He died and death washes all the tiredness,
He lived beautiful and died beautifully.
In the seed of life he was a huge but soft voice,
In death he celebrates the absoluteness.
He laid on the couch as if on the arms of
Mother Earth,
To touch the feet of Father Sky.
Silent still and solitary without confinement
He leaves the land of ours
to find the land Of immortality,
Life that he lived is with Him
to show Him His way to deathless and lifeless beauty.
Leaving us bewildered He became a wordless fragrance.
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