Peace Poem by Prabir Gayen
Peace
PEACE
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PEACE is a disturbing word: a small death,
Yes;I died years ago with this very word,
Peace killed me and buried me within Self,
I am a dead person having no depth.
Clouds passed over my head telling the peace,
Air blew with many sound melodious and hoarse,
They Sky with different seasons invoked,
Nature with many excuses implored myBeing.
Like a tattered leaf saved from an Arbor,
Like a kite soaring high with easy flight cut,
Like a flow of water fresh from source lost,
I was cut short in the middle of life.
My dream was too high to touch the blue Sky,
My walk was too slow to reach the target,
My approach was too sloth to speak the heart,
A shallow time with strong air of hate killed me.
I was dead and the moment I died,
Life changed its face instant; an 'Ugly Face',
With the loss of every string, Song is dead,
A floating kite Can never reach its goal.
The Sun rose and birds sang with guileless joy,
The Moon rose and Mind began to Cant ode,
The Setting of the Sun with charming hue,
The Moon in the morning with pleasant air.
Life was a dreamy delightful Rhapsody,
An epic of Sweet Mouth who could see it,
Days were full of waving joy Night was quaint,
Only I was absent with the big word "PEACE".
Years Ago I died and and my ashes left,
Within the ash is no spark to ignite,
The flame of light cutting the Ugly Peace,
Peace is a dead word and I am a shadow.
If life is beautiful and to be lived,
If life is a song of joy to be sung,
If life is a dance to be danced joyously
I am a lone witness with pain in heart.
With the death of my self, Inchoate death,
Life became a death with harder fore step,
A Shadow of Pain with piercing bleeding,
Only to wait for the sun to go down.
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@prabir Gayen - 21/02/2019 - 9: 13PM.
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If life is beautiful and to be lived, If life is a song of joy to be sung, If life is a dance to be danced joyously I am a lone witness with pain in heart....touching expression! An adorable piece of work....10
Nicely composed poem, introspection from time to time helps in fine tuning our way of living.10++++
My dream was too high to touch the blue Sky, My walk was too slow to reach the target, My approach was too sloth to speak the heart, A shallow time with strong air of hate killed me
Thank you again for the invitation to read this poem: the title it seems a paradox, contrasting with the content of the poem: there is a fusion of emotions, ideas, yet to be seen in clarity. A well-written poem.
I have found some similarity among 'Peace', 'With time all is gone', 'Haiku 165(old joy) '.. All are great poems..Love... 💯+++++++++++++++
Usually peace makes you happy and content rather than killing you. That surprised me but, as I read on, I could see what a balanced opinion you were giving about peace. Just a suggestion (I had this problem too) you try for fewer words either making shorter lines or fewer stanzas. Today I had to revise and cut down 2 poems. I started out writing long lines etc. like you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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If life is beautiful and to be lived, If life is a song of joy to be sung, If life is a dance to be danced joyously I am a lone witness with pain in heart. such depth in your words calling out for peace is enough for me I shall continue to read your DEATH POETRY as an exception O POET PG my great friend of PH
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