Death On Your Lap Poem by Prabir Gayen

Death on Your Lap

Death strengths life,
At the prime of time,
You faced death straight,
Death happened in your Lap.

Like a sage You strove,
With tender mind and Soul,
A mature soul departed,
Through your Sky-born self.

A divine child in disguise,
In baneful juncture You Still,
With loaded heart you pacified,
The gleaming light to wait,
To stop the wheel of Time.

In Your lap death crawled,
Grief with fullness dawned,
In a single draught drank,
the poison with serene throat,
A seeker in a sharp linn.

Life happens through death,
Death nourishes the seed of life,
Death takes the essential choice,
To make one Choice-less death nighs,
Life is a Choice-less awareness.

Looking at life from the mind,
With the grace of knowledge deep,
Life is nothing but an unsolved riddle,
Full of chance and coincidence,
So full of poignant pain.

Death with dignity of uncertainty,
Untimely all the time In Confidence
basked it's victory,
Life with exigent pull Vaporized,
Within the aura of an Infantile prince.

With calm and serene composition,
On the lap of time and tide,
With meditative state of Being,
You discorded the whisper of trice,
Allowing divinity to play it's spin.

@Prabir Gayen: 17/03/20: 12: 08 AM.