The Struggle Of Life Poem by Prabir Gayen

__ Struggle of life __

In the struggle of life is
Subdued my soul,
The spirit that never did fight to live.
The dark dense cloud to thunderstorms,
The tiny glory of floral abundance to mighty
dream to touch the aiguille, and to lose the
Mind to win the sky,
Never wert the conscious drive to fill the cluster couch that life diffracts.
The dark ethereal dream never did chase
The harmonious song of life,
Life remains always a dreamy- eyed fairy tale
That never is found to be happy with no reason behind the show off.
Slowly and silently the sun is slopping beneath the line,
All the thrill that ran through the vein in Squandering night, and languorous afternoon,
to chant in silent Oration the note of dreamful sojourn, with time is gone.
Falling with the watery mist over the horizontal
Symposium my sullen mind submerged in autumnal resilience, with time is gone.