Prabir Gayen Poems

Cradle to Cosmos

Long ago with trembling hand
did I hold the hand of my mother,
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My Stella 72
(Returning to self)

She is a delightful self,
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A Rose is a Rose is a Rose


A Rose will I give to you,
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Mother India

Mother - The divine Mother,
On the road to save Her Child,
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Let Me die Peacefully

How much dream was
drawn,
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- I have seen my self-
(My projected being)

On the street where the path dissolves in crossing,
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Love and Divine

The more thou love -to anybody,
the more thou dive deep in thy self
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Fruit of My Being

Beautiful flower in my garden,
Infinite is the tree,
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Atish Dipankar Srigya

Attained in Himalayas,
And out of deep concern,
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Tajmahal
(My Cleopatra)

Citadel of love is empty,
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