Poetry Of Life Poem by Prabir Gayen

Excellent musings on death. I like that you express, although with some poetic hesitancy, that death has its purposes and systems and your plaintive sadness about death ends up a kind of soulful intelligence. Great write!

Forfeiting the hopes and aspirations, Can bring it close to realisation, The value of living with cause.

O Poetry you've come to my grove onto my bed as the beauty of immortal goddess as the Aphrodite from the innocent foam O Poetry no, no, believe me I didn't write you with a stain I don't write you with a sigma you are always alive in the inn of my soul as the holy drunkard love O Poetry life or death just conundrum math I let both of these not meet with you.................////

Life is a prismatic maze ancient and yet new, It promises but delivers nothing, Even the knowledge of death fails to emulate the rhythm of life, ../// excellent expression on life and death

Forfeiting the hopes and aspirations, Can bring it close to realisation, The value of living with cause...! ! !

A poetic approach to life is death practicing, Death is a process of life that burns every moment, The burning pyre is the flame of life...; ;

Can poetry stop the wheel of death, Or can it delay the process? No, poetry brings death in its wallet, ...; ;

The homeward journey starts with death as scriptures said, Life is a prismatic maze ancient and yet new, It promises but delivers nothing,

Death comes as waves to ashore the being, ending all ups and downs with singlestrike. Life lived with momentous events