Final Call For Me Poem by Prabir Gayen

Final Call for Me
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From far away land do I hear the call,
The soft inaudible voice from dark land,
The call is like the fall of a tiny leaf,
Like the wave without sound,
Like wavy grass on soft breeze,
Like dewdrop in winter evening,
The shrill voice of the crickets hush it not,
The soft yet deep is the call,
The woodpecker whistles,
The adorable cries of humanity,
The thunderstorm warning the calamity,
The sound of strong storm coming from forest,
The tumult of ocean hush it not.
The call is inherent and hamonious,
From somewhere deep it is waving,
The center is closed yet call is enormous,
The call is to shed the physical bond,
To break through all inessential bonding.
From morning light to evening,
From every dark corner of tree,
Leaves, house, room call is drawing,
Only pain is profound to avoid it,
Heart is sad to unmind it.
It is the call to say bye the feast of life,
The mad pursuit of useless quote of life,
Life is nothing but pain personified,
With each day the call is ringing with soundless intensity.
Life has become a long waiting and waiting is eternal.
The call is to embrace me as i am now though false and Truth is hidden in unused self,
With life I failed to move and with death I will be a sheer failure,
Death is the zenith of the world,
The climax to fill up the tale of life,
The call is for me the final withdrawal of useless wreath of life.
From far away land I am called by my name.
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