Timelessyard Poem by Prabir Gayen

- Timeless yard-

This perhaps the last is the time to flatter,
The spirit of the time to celebrate.
Long years passed with many a moldering hope to make things alike,
to make life easier to lease restfuness.
Forty years withered with the length of forty tiresome nights,
And the pain of being evicted from the root of life.
The morning did bovel unto the Freakish nooning,
and then to pensive autumn.
The light and shade and the cavern, that bleeds theglimm'ring glow of life.
The deep rumination that makes sense the petty plods of life,
With time becomes inevitable.
The light of heart befits the ray of eyes that wrecks the thread to soil.
The untimely mature is the
Time that hints timeless latent yard.