- Village Life- Poem by Prabir Gayen

To meet my true self! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

My home, breeding and upbringing place, my native village I visit again. In thy bosom my liberation and in inaudible incantation I oath to come again to be dust and float with cloudlets above and zigzag grassy field and muddy breeze and starry sky to nurture dreams unattainable, I will come and be one with thee o my village, my native heaven

to nurture dreams unattainable, I will come and be one with thee o my village, my native heaven

After twelve years of separation, Long twelve years of deep detachment

Many a dream doth weave these calm surrounding and witness a many moments of love and languishment, Once it shows virgin dreams of being and becoming, falling in love and the pangs of it with no words of expression,

The glittering sky open and bare dark firmament and standing those old plum tress silent and wavy with same peaceful minds. My childhood days relive again with same arduous field of temptation. there is a saying: " Never forget from where you came even when you are at your highest peack of life" . you are doing it dear poet. thank u. tony