- I have got a seed-
I got a seed,
It was lying on the street,
I got it on my way to hunt.
Igot a seed and I took it,
I decided, on the lawn to plant it.
I will plant it to sprout.
I have got a seed
It is silent and deep,
I will come to life.
The seed is deep as death,
Life will spring from its sheath.
The seed is life on lap of death.
I have got a seed,
It is death in form,
It waits to blink to life.
The seed is a formless form,
It is asleep to rouse in time.
It is life and death together.
I have got a seed
It has life in disguise.
The seed is life in death.
Life is subtle as death,
Death is dormant as life.
The seed is the Sun and the moon.
On the periphery is the life.
The death is the center.
Between both the cover.
The seed is both center and circumstances.
The shadow is life the death is light.
Life is prone to its center.
Ihave got a seed on the street.
It is in a trance to vibrate.
I gotlife in the seed.
Life is beautiful as it on the wave,
Life is deep and meaningful.
Death is the core and makes life worthy.
Death is not form.
It is a formless glory.
It becomes life when comes to form.
Life is death when goes to formless state.
Death is life when it takes rest.
life and death are two similar state.
Life in rest is death.
Death in action is life.
death and deathless are the same.
Death comes and becomes life.
Life dissolves and becomes death.
Death is source of life.
I have got a seed.
It is in utter sleep.
I will bring it to life.
I have got a seed.
It is in total rest.
I will break it to life.
Life becomes deep I got the seed.
The seed tells me the infinity.
It is not a form but sky within.
Within and without the seed floats,
It is everywhere formless with form.
Death being substratum life is glorious.
Life is subtle as death, Death is dormant as life. The seed is the Sun and the moon. reveals your philosophical mind.... very good poem with deep thoughts. tony
read it now read my seed and compare it o modern poet what made you pick me to see your seed i wonder seed cannot be seen by naked eye if it is all about human life and death flowers are a class by themselves your poetry goes above my dwarfed head
wow greatly written- The seed is deep as death, Life will spring from its sheath. The seed is life on lap of death. //// superb writings/// love it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Prabir, such a well crafted poem....................10+++++++++++