Last Gleamps Of Life Poem by Prabir Gayen
Last Gleamps Of Life
Last gleams of dream
Standing on the bridge of life,
Peculiar and strange is the deck,
In front the big ball of fire; bright,
The Sun is above the line: glittering,
Dim is the Vision and light is clod,
It is felt from inner state, shivering cold,
Cold fire from brunt life, ashes blur vision,
The bridge of life is broken and death gleams,
The Sun is the light to departing voyage,
Cold and quivering flicker on bygone dream.
We are born to float down the river of life, until the day comes when we arrive to the undiscovered country. A richly symbolic work, should be shared with more people, poetry that changes lifes perceptions.
A whole world hangs on the bridge of life. Great allegory, my friend
The penultimate line expresses the ultimate reality! A beautiful poem...10
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The deck in front of the big ball of fire! I love this poem. Metaphysical and Filled with the Seasons and a sense of alchemy- water/fire/air.