Alone in a shell within the brain,
Thoughts come and go without footstep,
Like waves they pass into naught,
The world is silent with uncanny tenderness,
Life is at stake having no purposes,
Waiting and waiting for nothing to come,
Life has become a repetitive Monotone.
Behind the cloud some rays are seen,
Rays of new sunshine
New way of living,
Nature is silent with sweet songs
of myriad birds,
A call of silent sound is felt,
From the humdrum thought
of life to deathless silence,
From outward turmoil to inner
Life is like a wave with no fixed direction,
A call is heard to leave
everything in the hands of the creator.
@ prabir Gayen: 17/04/20: 9: 33 PM.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem