My Heart Is A Begging Bowl Comments

Shower with no coldness of water, With the Sun I rise and set with it, Like an ancient man live in fear after the sundown, in deep darkness, In broad daylight I am engaged in dark forest,

Enchanted Forest of discomfiture, I have no one here and Now, All alone with my plentiful pain, Mythic stag hovering With perdue steps in every beat,

I have nothing to keep, No one to share, Only a sense of incompletness, A deep sleep of Jactitation

Like a faded leaf I float to and fro, Like a shadow I live as nothing, I am a shadow without substance, A begging bowl is my heart, Collecting nothing out of nothing, very spiritual is this poem. love it. all kinds of connatations and examples you are presenting here dear Prabir. thank you.. but be carefu so that you may not give an impression of pessimism at the end of the poem. be always positive because God beyond all religions who is All mighty loves us. thank u dear. tony