Retrospection Poem by Prabir Gayen

Retrospection

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Retrospection

I am back to my former self,
Life guided by breeze, trees and stream,
a pure and wild imitation,
I am back to my childhood dream.

I am back to my adolescent age,
Vague traces of painful love,
Dreaming and feeling nothing,
Only familiar faces are missing.

I am back to my former days,
Worries and anxieties for what is not,
stars blink at night showing nothing,
only for future to come.

I am back to my poor hut,
Warbler of sad days and nights,
Unknown world of uncertainty,
Only hope is missing in the field.

I am back to my sweet days,
Love, Joy and majestic friendship,
Days are gone with their flavours,
Empty mind with no one present.

I am back to my streaming self,
Running self of absolute Joy,
Alive field and throbbing life,
Beauty of uncertain future.

I am back to my virgin pain,
Make-believe world of dejection,
Open room of falling in love,
Nature embraces from all directions
tilting my inebriated soul.

The shadow is deep and mystic,
Every passing time is like withering leaf
unable to wash the deepest impression,
Life so deeply lived and Loved.

Now in my empty room with my empty heart
feeling of sadness dawns,
Everything is, and everything is missing,
Only nothingness reigns
with unknown fount of Amour-propre.

@prabir Gayen:
22 June,2020,9: 02 AM.

Retrospection
Monday, June 22, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 22 June 2020

A well thought excellent poem...10+++

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Prabir Gayen 22 June 2020

Now in my empty room with my empty heart feeling of sadness dawns, Everything is, and everything is missing, Only nothingness reigns with unknown fount of Amour-propre.

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Biswajit Roy 22 June 2020

I am back to my streaming self, Running self of absolute Joy, Alive field and throbbing life, Beauty of uncertain future

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Suman Mondal 22 June 2020

I am back to my sweet days, Love, Joy and majestic friendship, Days are gone with their flavours, Empty mind with no one present

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Stella Astro 23 June 2020

I am back to my former self, Life guided by breeze, trees and stream, a pure and wild imitation, I am back to my childhood dream

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Prabir Gayen 24 August 2020

I am back to my adolescent age, Vague traces of painful love, Dreaming and feeling nothing, Only familiar faces are missing..! ! !

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Prabir Gayen 25 July 2020

I am back to my former self, Life guided by breeze, trees and stream, a pure and wild imitation, I am back to my childhood dream! ! !

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Prosanta Mondal 29 June 2020

I am back to my virgin pain, Make-believe world of dejection, Open room of falling in love, Nature embraces from all directions tilting my inebriated soul..//

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Stella Astro 29 June 2020

I am back to my adolescent age, Vague traces of painful love, Dreaming and feeling nothing, Only familiar faces are missing...//

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Stella Astro 23 June 2020

I am back to my poor hut, Warbler of sad days and nights, Unknown world of uncertainty, Only hope is missing in the field

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