To Emilymiller Poem by Prabir Gayen

To
Emily Miller

Ireland is a very special country,
Land of WB Yeats and Joyce,
My heart with unknown fit of Love
Wishes to visit Your sweet Land,
The beauty of the Irish Sea,
and St George's Channel,
A separate Land of special identity,
The Land of literature and bright cultural heritage,
With the glory of the second-largest
island of the British Isles,
A different land of United Kingdom.

But I am tied to a strand,
Only imagination is free to fly to your Sweet soil,
I am tied to an invisible strand
from where other world is seen
with unheard song of invitation,
I live like floating on the stream
of Unnatural pain of abysmal deep,
My life is a Life like death in disguise,
Life and death are stepping
with similar synagogue of understanding,
The music of life echoes the music of death.

I will fly to Your land one day,
Some other day,
May be the day beyond,
Visit Your home and talk a lot,
Walk the way outside the world,
Will see the swan on the lake,
and listen to the music of the Nightingale
in your grassy Garth,
One day, the other day I will be free,
May be Indian economy will be fine
to afford me to my delight,
May be I will be strong enough
to look beyond Pecuniary honour of adroitness.

@prabir Gayen:
26 July,2020,2: 37 AM.