Total Life Brings Total Death Poem by Prabir Gayen
Total Life Brings Total Death
Total Life brings Total death
All the thirst of life is gone,
Only a shadow of former life,
A shadow of floating dream,
A shadow of Love and beauty left.
Unfruitful is the way to live,
The fruitless tree of lifeless vigour,
The wafting waves of Joy,
The dream to live with totality,
The dream to die with peaceful easy;
all are now a tiresome fantasy.
Life is a preparation of death,
A deep and supreme preparation,
Only a life of depth is apt to die,
A tiresome life is unable to die.
My thirsty eyes are tired to see,
My thirst heart is empty with pain,
A drop of water; water of life do I need
to walk the way of life.
The song that is heard
at the end of the day is inaudible,
Only the dismal pain
of uncanny feeling is felt,
Mind is lost in mindless shape,
Song of life is utterly tuneless.
The whole sky is now a Sepulcher,
The light of the Sun and the Moon
and all the heavenly bodies are
like silent and bereaved walkers,
The sky seems to be a dead body.
Death brings peace and perfection,
Only death is perfect as ego is no more,
With death ego becomes a sage,
A total life can become a total death.
@prabir gayen:
14 June,2020,6: 40 PM.
All the thirst of life is gone, Only a shadow of former life, A shadow of floating dream, A shadow of Love and beauty left.//
The song that is heard at the end of the day is inaudible, Only the dismal pain of uncanny feeling is felt, Mind is lost in mindless shape, Song of life is utterly tuneless.
All the thirst of life is gone, Only a shadow of former life, A shadow of floating dream, A shadow of Love and beauty left...///
Death brings peace and perfection, Only death is perfect as ego is no more, With death ego becomes a sage, A total life can become a total death
All the thirst of life is gone, Only a shadow of former life, A shadow of floating dream, A shadow of Love and beauty left
The dream to live with totality, The dream to die with peaceful easy; all are now a tiresome fantasy....//
The dream to live with totality, The dream to die with peaceful easy; all are now a tiresome fantasy.
The song that is heard at the end of the day is inaudible, Only the dismal pain of uncanny feeling is felt, Mind is lost in mindless shape, Song of life is utterly tuneless
Unfruitful is the way to live, The fruitless tree of lifeless vigour, The wafting waves of Joy, ////
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12/19/2025 7:25:18 PM # 1.0.0
Life is a preparation of death, A deep and supreme preparation, Only a life of depth is apt to die, A tiresome life is unable to die