The Lost Tune Of Life Poem by Prabir Gayen
The Lost Tune Of Life
The Lost Tune Of Life.
The flowery bond is broken,
The connection is spoiled,
The head is drowned in the heart,
Life is a deep dreary.
The essential fear of life,
The fear to foam into being,
From the deepest state of heart,
Onto the surface to fall.
Life is lost as it should be,
Life is gone as it ought to be,
Yellow leaves and azoic trunk,
The vibe of being is wonky.
Now with tired legs look ahead,
With head nothing is to think,
Thinking brings pain boundless,
Only to fall eyelids pale.
Life is now a hermitage,
Deep and meaningful way,
To enjoy each breath with depth,
To be with soft sound of silence.
Death! deep and soundless demise,
With the air less polluted,
With the song less heard by all,
To lie on green grass with Peace.
Silence! ! ! ! With Peace. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Yes, as many before me said, one should have a positive outlook. World, life is nothing but expressions of opposing duals. It is pain that pleasure is pleasure. Day id no day without night, as light without darkness, and life without death. We always take one life span as the life, but actually life is a long journey, and this journey is made possible by death, yes death. A thought provoking piece none the less.
I ENDORSE VALSA JI THAT'S WHAT I HAAVE BEEN TELLING YE BE MORE POSITIVE IF U COULD BE
There are moments when life appears a burden. But one should see it as a passing phase in life! Nobody is without problems in life. When negative thoughts come, think of the more unfortunate ones and make a comparison. In the end one comes to the realization that he himself is much better positioned than many others. A very poignant write! .
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6/8/2023 3:38:29 PM # 1.0.0.1113
The vibe of being is wonky! Prabir uses language with such inventively. And then as well to sylllogize polluted air as a symbol of active life. Thus Death is a form simply of peace………great surprise.