Pain Of A Tiny Drop Poem by Prabir Gayen

6-.Inner Realm
- Pain of a tiny drop -

On the Western sky the sun is Seceding,
Waning like an etherized ballrolling down,
A drop on the leaf is trembling for fear,
It rolls and rolls with resonating light,
The glowing light is not self-illumined,
With wordless tidings it contains the real,
The soundless emptiness is the true glory.
Within it's womb, it's own verdure,
It is complete within it's own garment.
Still unknown fear seizes it's core
descent.
A tiny flow of air will change it's shape, being!
The twinkle of the stars, bare, open it's twin,
Hence the fear of dropping and vanishing.
The unquiet mind is from unknown
folly.
The pain of being small is same the pain of vastness.
The little ego drops onto Pelagic fullness.
With the loss of fragile self it comports,
to become one with the dateless billow.