Desolation Poem by Prabir Gayen

Desolation
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In the valley of death I lived with hope,
The land of hope and death,
No light or very dim light gleamed
In the darkness,
The valley was deep and bottomless,
Like the valley without valley,
The top without bottom.
In deep despair one man lived and reigned.
In a state of desolation in the deserted land,
A mind without delightful knowledge with tripping sight,
wasborn in slumberous naught,
The half empty drowsiness,
The light and shade, the painful play
of life and death,
Life without sense of life and it's vibrant shade,
In eyeless muse of nothingness,
The temple of eternity doth seem open its gate,
Doorless is the prime door and openness is the root uneven,
In that state of deathless sense of death thou art visible.