Inner Realm _Life Is Death_ Poem by Prabir Gayen

Inner Realm
Life is death

Song of life with the taste of silence deep,
Root of all creation micro or macro,
Infinite bliss doth fall upon thy mind,
Joy of living being rooted in the being.
In thy self the infinite light doth gleam,
Towards life no story is unique to deal,
All the glory is uniquely false at last,
Mind is false and so the self for passion.
Over the thought of life death is ultimate,
Nothing can make life beautiful and good,
Divine is the only being and all is mock.
Absolute being reigns with absoluteness,
Love is the only room to walk with death.