Pent Poem by Prabir Gayen

- Pent-
The flower that bloomed in the Earth's Eerie place,
With some chimeric causes and uncanny fault,
The flower that on it's chest bore offing,
To build a nest full of fragance fetching,
With time and for the ecumenic law,
Withers into the womb of nothingness.
The day is gone with all it's flowerybed,
and pain trenchant as gift of life is dressed,
The inevitable pursuit of life is to
Vouch,
The rise of the sun and starry face of night.
The moon's plain plaintive of silent subtle sound.
The day with listless plod meets the weary night.
The sunrise and the sunset with the waves,
higgledy-piggledy the rush of surge.
Life is a liberty in a chain pent.