Childhood Delight Comments

The soft, sweet gratefulness with beauteous form, the calm endeavour and warmth of life? where art those muse of self and smiling face of inner sky: vast unknown and mysterious? very fine. you are becoming mystical dear Prabir

I woul be sitting by the side of my soul, forlorn piping the sweet song of our fanciful days, the majestic form, and the pure form thy innocence. We will bring for both of us the new sun, In those soft hands of our progeny we shall bestow our message last - that all is one and one is all, instant is eternity, an old sea with a frog and a sound of splash.

where art those muse of self and smiling face of inner sky: vast unknown and mysterious? where art those shadows of pure form, the mystic fog and crying for divine grace, the blissful light of inner joy, pure form thy innocence, instant is eternity, .there are so many points dear poet Prabir.........i can only praise for your mind, ur thoughts, your writings......... love it............ tony