Thy Eyes Poem by Prabir Gayen

___ Thy eyes __

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Those broad eyes doth arouse in my heart pain Ceaseless,
Deep as the sky, Immense and
Shoreless,
Mysterious and recondite where the source
Of life and death enshrined.
Thy gracious and benignant look
Blank yet full rings in the being of mine
A wistful tootle.
The song without rhyme, eternal in it's prime,
The dance without reason,
The Ambrosia that downward flows with
all anxiety and reflection of it,
Washing and exculpating my inward invention.

This life that was once full of the morning
glory,
The Elysian dew of the inexorable cloud,
And the mirthful downpour of the setting hue,
Each moment full of wonderment.
The passing cloudlet within an empty,
embracive canvas,
Life seems to revert to non doing
Pristine power.