Lost Tune Poem by Prabir Gayen

- Lost Tune -

All the tunes of mine to the limbo of my being,
into restfuness alight,
coerced by weird cogitation.
The waves subdued with vicinal tension serene,
The tumult of dreary detonation of air,
bow to sweet silence that Zephyr fostered.
The ageless sky that with passionless shy,
Witness with eternal aloofness my
tacit mind.
The cadence or the chorus of the
Hellenic eulogy,
Wilt not stir my bemused muse buried underneath.
Austral air that Quickens the earth with Verdurous brouhaha,
Wilt not germinate my lost spirit.
The dying sun on the western
sky and the cooing of the autumnal birds fail to revive me to my formal size.
Tuneless I am not for the song of life,
but to sing the song of death,
an imbecile being to commemorate the song of death.
The pathless is my walking and ploding on the weary way.
The vast eternity is silent and painful,
The echo of my life once lived fully and totally,
with the cries of friends and dreams unfulfilled Now a lethe river.
Only a shadow of my life with mind confused I am a sinking ship in the river of life without a sip of water.