Feast Of Life Poem by Prabir Gayen

: Feast Of Life:

I was invited to the feast of life,
With deep adoration I visited,
Celebration was deep but I was asleep.

Life is a celebration without the host,
When the host is present the guest is absent,
The guest is host when dawns Obeisance.

I was invited to the feast of life,
But the opportunity was missed,
He knocked at my door and I was not present.

With deep pain for not and for dream,
Mind is slipping in the abyss of nothing,
Mind is dreadful with sleep within sleep.

I am invited now to the feast of life,
But I am unable to dance and sing,
The soul is dead with utter sleepiness.

Life comes and knocks the door,
I listen to the bang and raise my head,
With heavy alarm of dream it dozes off.

I am invited to the feast of life: celebration,
Like the spring awaiting behind the winter,
With heavy storm the door is broken: left alone,

From the world of emotion or intelligence,
From the dungeon of sweet dreams: world,
I am to step into the house of existence.
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@ prabir Gayen: 03/02/2019: - 12: 12 AM