Poetry (Song Of Being) Poem by Prabir Gayen

Poetry
(Song of Being)

Poetry is munching and chewing
When the stomach is bare; empty,
It is like tying the void; sky.

Poetry comes with joy and sorrow,
Empty stomach and loaded heart,
Empty heart with loaded stomach.

Poetry is the art of poor heart,
It waves also the affluent beings,
It moves from Shebang to palace.

With the poor it becomes condolence,
With the rich it becomes opulence,
Poetry has it's heart: soul of it's own.

Poetry is The Mighty Rhyme of God,
The language of a vatic Mind: Soul,
The Chanson of a fiend Lyricist.

From micro to macro poetry reigns,
From theist to atheist poetry blooms,
It is the tongue of mindless esprit.

With sound it flows unheard beyond words,
With silence it oozes and overbrims,
Poetry is the spirit: covert fire.

Coolness in innocent infant; lullaby,
Seduction in Juvenile guest of life,
From sound to no-sound poetry is pregnant.

From moment's womb to vast lawn of Aeon,
From inspired Shakespeare to empty sink,
From KALIDAS to vacant mind RUMI gleam.

From tongue to Cloud Poetry floats around,
Verbal beauty to voiceless challenge,
Sonorous serenity to joy.

With commotion poetry sways with leaves,
With joy propels birds to sing with zing,
With waves It lashes the Shore with Muse.

In the tiny dewdrop of a grass-top,
In the eyes of ailing multitude,
Poetry lives as sanctum; seam of Being.

Virgin song of life, full-blown bardic Mind,
In the cessation of mind as ode; Dirge,
Poetry sleeps as fluidity lorn.

In stillness andrestlessness poetry Is,
In the Truth and falsehood Is poetry,
Mind being lost beyond thought poetry oozes.

Pervasive and diffusive is the root,
The root is eternal and silent,
With words It becomes celebration.

Poetry is outer song and inner peace,
The grand feast of life and aloneness deep,
To a Mystic an esoteric Truth.

Poetry is soaring above the sky
With untold joy diving deep in heart,
A bridge between Mind and heat and Being.

Like a tree It goes deep into the grave,
With branches It spreads above infinity,
With roots and wings poetry reigns absolute.

In the depth of enlightened soul It is formed,
As compassion it becomes sermon.
Like a glittering diamond it rings its beau.

O poetry! The spirit eternal,
Let thy flame flare my deserted self,
To sing thy name in Murmurous tune.

@ Prabir Gayen: 20 -01-2019... Sunday..4: 51 PM