Haiku- 210 -(Lazarus) Poem by Prabir Gayen

Everything is futile.this thought always makes me dead and lethargic..I find no purpose behind anything..i feel death is better than living like a dead.. The only thing I love is to sit close by you to waste my futile life with the joyous play of your worship.. Take me.I can not bear this burden any more

At times I feel my entire life as a burden upon me.it makes me so tired and sad..Then I think of you..you are my peaceful abode, my resting bower..I wish to drop my life as a flower upon your feet..my dearest God.....................

Prabir touches upon an anxiety issue which afflicts us all- knowing and feeling like we have wasted years of our lives before dissevering something which makes us happy and seems to solve our pain. Ironically, Prabir's poetry never makes me feel like I am wasting my time reading it. So, Prabir, welcome to the anti-waste! and thank you!

Sixteen years wasted, Gone to naught just unused, Futile Lazarus.