Yaas Poem by Prabir Gayen

YAAS

YAAS,
the silent wrath of mother Nature,
During corona pandemic
YAAS is a soothing delight,
YAAS, the cosmic energy,
The bubble of inner beauty,
Nature is fulfilling its vaccum,
YAAS, a timely blessing.

Silence is the root of Joy,
Mother earth is with its burning
rotation
and YAAS is its obedient offspring,
Out of cosmic crust cyclone comes,
It comes to dismantle the imbalance,
It is not a calamity,
Not the disaster to humanity,
It is the shaking of oldness
for new genesis.

From the womb of chaos,
Crawl the babylike super cyclones
In different names without name,
YAAS, The blessings of Nature,
Apropos the creation is concerned,
Cyclone is the outer expression of
restless minds and it comes to heal
the mystery-stricken baby souls,
YAAS is a medicine for hypogenesis.

Everything happens with cause,
Nothing is without motivation,
YAAS is the outcome of cosmic action,
It is a soothing fragrance of eternity,
A flower that blooms often and on,
With strength and weakness
It is a pouring rain of Flowers,
YAAS is a divine wish at work.

@prabir Gayen
11: 33 AM. Tue, May 25 /2021.