All Things Must Die Poem by Prabir Gayen

All Things Must Die

Alfred Lord Tennyson said:
'Al things Must die',
Death is true and all things must
Vow to death,
Air water and songs of birds
Must cease to glow,
All things must go,
But what is and what will be
If everything is nothing what will
fall to dust?
All things are nothing,
Waves are but they have no
real existence,
Air is but it is as it is not,
Existence and nonexistent are nothing,
Love and hate are nothing,
Beauty has no shape,
It is the illusion of disillusioned mind,
All things must go but where?
Nowhere is the place where rest
All things that appear as real,
All things are not all things,
Things are changing and
change is death,
All that changes is not real,
The false must go,
As it was not and nothing can not stay,
The rainbow on the Clouds,
The twittering of birds and
sound of waves,
The soft morning and busy Noon,
The dull evening and restful Night,
All is in the Mind which is not,
Mind is the most unreal State,
Things are born and They die in the mind,
Mind brings forth matter.

All things must die,
Death is not the end,
Change happens to bring unchange
On the surface,
Unchange is too deep to hold,
The abyss can not be fathomed,
The temple of eternity can not be
Worshipped with same Mind,
Mind changes with Time,
Time and Mind are not separate regime,
In the Womb of death Old revives,
New is nothing but old reshaped,
Old things must be shaped and reshaped,
Coming and going are not separate
Occurance,
Metamorphosis is a death defying process,
It happens simultaneously,
Birth and death are One Coin with two faces.
All things must go,
Through changes it keeps balance,
Change is a balance between
life and death,
Death itself is a subtle Change.

Still Mind feels pain,
It hates changes though
it is not the same,
Mind changes every moment,
It wishes to hold onto old,
The beautiful things to be eternal,
The flower is bloom and eternally bloom,
Without demise or change,
Mind wants to become an ocean
With full of tide and sound,
It wishes the waves to live forever,
Change is not change really,
It is poignantly the same,
Change is changing for the Unchange,
Mind is a vast ocean with tidal waves,
The waves stop flowing Mind withers,
All things must go to sleep,
To be refreshed to flow again and again,
Death is not a vanishing point,
It is for all things to be restless,
The Source of Vibrating stream,
Only with restful purity of Being.

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@Prabir Gayen - 01/04/2019 - 8: 10 PM.