Life Is Too Subtle To Grasp Poem by Prabir Gayen
Life Is Too Subtle To Grasp
Life is too subtle to grasp
Mind stops working quite a few days,
Rays or waves stop passing,
A deep gamut of unknown pain,
A deep sense of waste,
Life is restless.
Like a bubble of reflecting light,
Like a cloud of smoke without sunshine,
Like darkness that nurtures twilight,
A far-fetched call doth seem to appear,
The call of no one who seems to me the dearest one.
Childhood memories are the sweetest clouds that float,
giving me Joy and the deepest sorrow,
How deeply do I wish to relive the past!
How deeply do I feel the love of living in sheer crisis of heart!
How sweetly do I move to that which is not in order!
Life is a falling ice that melts forever.
@prabir gayen;
30 August,2020,11: 25 AM.
Indeed, the deep roots of life are beyond our conception. The fruits of life radiate toward the remotest future times.. Our minds are mostly endowed to survive in this earthly setting, but we want to look further, so we feel incomplete.
LIFE IS FALLING ICE THAT MELTS FOREVER - wonderfully said. Prabir, your poem is so nice and so realistic!
! How deeply do I feel the love of living in sheer crisis of heart! How sweetly do I move to that which is not in order! Life is a falling ice that melts forever
Life is a falling ice that melts forever.... nice poem penned about the life
How deeply do I wish to relive the past! How deeply do I feel the love of living in sheer crisis of heart! How sweetly do I move to that which is not in order! Life is a falling ice that melts forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/3/2025 5:37:41 AM # 1.0.0
Very profound poetry. Nicely written.10+++ How deeply do I wish to relive the past! How deeply do I feel the love of living in sheer crisis of heart! How sweetly do I move to that which is not in order! Life is a falling ice that melts forever.