My Day Is Done Comments

Day after day with hope new, One after another I am led, Life pushes me to move forward, Day, month and year life moves, Years after years with same pattern,

Nice thought dear poet...........beautiful

A sense of boredom prevails in this brilliant write with the predictable cycle of life with opposite emotions competing with each other along our journey as the lows and highs has become the predictable truth! Death of life is an empty stillness and peace, maybe! But I feel life is an adventure to never lose our childlike wonder at all that is truly amazing like nature, like how interesting people can be, like a songbird on a gloomy day. Life can be wonderful!

Meaningful poem. Philosophic deep...

So much to ponder and think. This life is amazingly mysterious. So many times we say ‘ I am done’ yet something in us keeps us moving, keeps us attached to it. None have it perfectly understood and none stops at trying.

am fed up with the play of life, Monotonous is the game, with so much to do and no end, Life is an endless repetition, Ups and downs, joys and sorrows, a very fine poem. you give went to your philosophical mind and thoughts... you become very very spiritual.. your heart is a mystery of goodness. tha nku dear poet Prabir. tony

Without the without I need to go where there is no sense of I or i- Ness. From absolute is- Ness to absolute am-ness where there is no ism. Such-ness, Is-Ness and am-ness, No existence at the root having no root... Great philosophical lines pregnant with it's deep insight

My play in the field of life is done and I need repose of dissolving into naught, - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Without the without I need to go where there is no sense of I or i- Ness. From absolute is- Ness to absolute am-ness where there is no ism. Such-ness, Is-Ness and am-ness, No existence at the root having no root. - - -This is a deep philosophical write- - -A sense of total surrender - - where all ego vanishes- -there is no attachment to any 'ism'

A poem of knowledge, intelligence and imagination

Excellently executed, Prabir.......10++++++++++++++

The cycle of the wheel of life in circular motion, Joy is the moment of sorrow resting and sorrow is joy awaiting. Nothing is above everything, .... Well crafted!

Man is helpless. He sent me here and I came here. He will call me back and I shall go back, If he sends me here again, I shall come here again. A great philosophic poem on life and death.

details discussion on life and death// impressive writing // I come, find a road, now walking on the road, seeing some are going, some are coming, a divider separates them, birth and death, good and bad, rose and thorn, king and slave.......all from unknown to known to unknown.. Oh! life you sometime open your eyelashes and sometime close it; how mysterious you are!

This is a profound poem, Prabir. ...And endless is the pursuit, having no stoppage. Blissful moment of silence and gratitude and repentance- - Those little quiet moments are what I live for, the mini-holidays from the endless pursuit. Lovely children in the photograph, by the way! : -)

But I death is peaceful...... Naila

The cycle of life is enriched with ornamented philosophical content like a bride. wonderful poem, wonderful content. sir, you may like to read my poem The Wind: An Extreme Instance. thank you.

Round and around we go on this circle of life, like a hamster on a wheel. A very interesting poem Prabir.

The cycle and wheel of life have been vividly depicted in this poem on life and death. A perceptive write well conveyed.

One step to another! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

True and genuine. Thank u. Anjandev roy.