A Conversation In Grave-(Whisper) Poem by Prabir Gayen

- - A conversation in grave-
(Whisper)
(G S -3)
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Moving in a deserted grove
of wild flowers and trees,
and in moist heat seat of grass,
an echo of whisper,
quiet and peaceful
is overheard.
A group of unearthly and celestial bodies
of departed souls rapt in heartfelt conversation,
too deep to be moved.
"Tasted not the bliss of life,
and cut short without notice,
in the middle of confusion
near the doorsill of future,
killedby an unknown usurper,
leaving my family open to fate -quoted one of the boys.
"I was a dreamer, and thought was my sustenance,
soul's armour and cover.
In the middle of confusion,
crisis of humanness was I sent to pen down the shallow end of dreadful rover.
A deep wound was felt and numbed became my sense,
all dreams to dust- - said another one with a deep sigh.
A grim faced boy,
unwilling to word his thought and emotion, walk straight over the grave and sat down with face nothing to saith.
"I lost my love,
my dream to know the truth,
era the truth dawn death knocked my door and I am now in between the lines hanging,
nothing to do and pain fails,
birth ofnew form......said he with careless mind and went into foggy trunk of a tree and made himself air.
Darkness covered the grave soon
and the nocturnal animals are out searching for food,
All the invisible beings went into bed for
rest under the soil.
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