Life And Death (Recapitulation) Poem by Prabir Gayen
Life And Death (Recapitulation)
Life and Death
(Recapitulation)
Whatever have You given,
In whatever form is immense,
You have given enormous gift,
My foolish mind is unable to hold.
Both of my hands are empty,
One after another You pour
into my unaccustomed hands,
Ever I am greedy and I am always
looking after new things.
I have not filled with flowers,
The Chalice, for Your worship,
I am ever forgetful with myself,
A self-oblivious and meek spirit.
Light from the eyes is receding,
Heart is becoming dark and gloom,
twittering of evening birds,
Sparrows and doves are in nest.
Dim light and South-west wind,
All the wafting waves are gone,
Life is drooping to peaceful lap,
Fragrance of buds is exhaling in air,
evening is becoming obscure.
Life is happening all around,
Like the waves of the ocean,
Death is inbuilt within the womb,
Life and death is ever symbolic.
In the corner of the mind,
Like a dark patch of cloud,
Hopes peep through foggy bottom,
the Joy of being alive.
Life is a fluttering above the cloud,
towards the burning Ball,
Heat of summer with sweet singing birds
and pulsating rapture.
Death is a winter wonderland,
Diving deep into the unknown Joy,
Fragrance of enchanted forest,
Celebration of sleeping songbirds.
The wheel is moving very fast,
And the wheel is very slow,
Days are restless and nights are soft,
moving without going anywhere
life falls into death.
@prabir gayen:
22 June,2020,7: 03 PM.
The wheel is moving very fast, And the wheel is very slow, Days are restless and nights are soft, moving without going anywhere life falls into death.
The wheel is moving very fast, And the wheel is very slow, Days are restless and nights are soft, moving without going anywhere life falls into death.
Dim light and South-west wind, All the wafting waves are gone, Life is drooping to peaceful lap, Fragrance of buds is exhaling in air, evening is becoming obscure.
I have not filled with flowers, The Chalice, for Your worship, I am ever forgetful with myself, A self-oblivious and meek spirit
I have not filled with flowers, The Chalice, for Your worship, I am ever forgetful with myself, A self-oblivious and meek spirit
In the corner of the mind, Like a dark patch of cloud, Hopes peep through foggy bottom, the Joy of being alive
The wheel is moving very fast, And the wheel is very slow, Days are restless and nights are soft, moving without going anywhere life falls into death.////
Whatever have You given, In whatever form is immense, You have given enormous gift, My foolish mind is unable to hold.///
Life is happening all around, Like the waves of the ocean, Death is inbuilt within the womb, Life and death is ever symbolic.///
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7/26/2025 1:18:05 AM # 1.0.0
Excellent Recapitulation on life and death