Past Days Areheavy Poem by Prabir Gayen
Past Days Areheavy
Past days are heavy
Past days are heavy,
Mind looks for past so dearly,
As if life is no more,
Real life seems disappear
in the dead past.
sensualstupidly seems
only alternative to forget
the sweetness of the past,
Past is so sweet and appealing.
The thunder and lightning,
The storm with painful emptiness,
The unknown fear of life do appear
but the warmth of being is lost,
Life once chewed with mystic pain,
love, Joy and fear with uncertainty
and throbbing Joy of wanton feeling
is no more,
The fragrance of soil and flowers,
The aroma of divine presence,
The spring season of the mind,
The deep pain of Love and Joy,
The Life with different forms
and colours with different
tune and muse on the horizon of death,
Life has lost all glory and keenness,
All dreams of being and becoming.
@prabir Gayen:
6/05/20: 9: 10.AM.
sensual stupidly seems only alternative to forge sensual ACTIVITY seems only alternative to forge AHEAD YES INDEED GLAD YOU NOW to accede that is the only remedy in days as these who knows such an opportunity virus alone had to give Thanks PG for your countless comments I admire the inner lover poet which you now seem to be
An introspective poem taking a bit review of life lived in the past along with the memories of gleeful as also mournful moments undergone therein. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
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6/1/2024 3:22:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
re-thanking PG NOW DO READ A POET NOT'S INCENTIVE MY POEM THONGLESS ON BEECHES YOU WILL LOVE IT CLOSE YOUR BETTER HALVES EYES AND SMILE LIFE IN ALL WALKS OF LIFE WE ALL SILENTLY ENJOY