Pain Of My Heart Poem by Prabir Gayen
Pain Of My Heart
Pain of My Heart
Infinity is untouchable,
Past cannot be regained,
Only present is in hands,
Past however painful
is sweeter than all the gifts,
The days gone are in heart,
It gives pain and passion.
Dream is not enough
to relive the past,
Imagination is painful to heart,
Days gone are so beautiful and
How do I wish to live again!
Every moment is monotonous,
Present moments pass not,
Somewhere deep it is stuck.
Every season of my childhood,
Every nook and corner my mind,
Every summer and winter and spring,
Every trying moment and fancy,
Every second of pain and pleasure,
Every moment of rain and storm,
Every moment of chaos and quarrel.
The sun rose with the depth of being,
With the warmth of heart
it passed to be sunset,
The evening was full of Love and
pain with unuttered delight,
The future was in the cloud of mystery,
Every day was a new day with new light,
Life was led by heart and it's closeness.
Uncertainty was at the root of life,
It was sweet to remain in darkness,
Life was fed in uncertain aspiration,
Every moment was adventurous,
The living past is engraved
in the song of heart,
Past days were full of love and romance,
Affinity with air, water,
green grass and the blue sky,
The thunderstorms and the lightning.
Now everything is finished,
Nothing new is there to cherish,
Life is a lifeless season of doing,
Waiting for nothing to happen,
Ever page of life is seen and felt,
Vast infinity has closed all its doors,
Closed within the limited space
the imagination is stunted to growth.
Only dream is free to relish and realise
the futility of hope and dream,
'Now' is the time only in hands to
look beyond past present and future,
Past is gone with all the Joys of life,
Love, dream, hope and passion,
The eternal season of rejoicing,
Present is fruitless and futile,
Future is no more and nothing
is in the seed of it,
Only the hope of another life,
Another childhood and another
Innocent life in the lap of Nature,
Death may be the route to find a lost root.
@Prabir Gayen: 18/04/20: 7: 56 PM.
Infinity is untouchable, Past cannot be regained, Only present is in hands, Past however painful is sweeter than all the gifts, The days gone are in heart, It gives pain and passion.
Now everything is finished, Nothing new is there to cherish, Life is a lifeless season of doing, Waiting for nothing to happen, ..... beautiful poem penned.. thanks for sharing
This is a fully rounded memorial to youth. In that stage, life FED us depth and exaltation at every turn. Dreams were given to us, out of that fertile inner soil. There is a painful contrast between present paucity and past abundance. But there is symmetry in such an arrangement. The effort to redeem dreams earns dignity through suffering.
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8/7/2025 6:38:32 AM # 1.0.0
Infinity is untouchable, Past cannot be regained, Only present is in hands, Past however painful is sweeter than all the gifts, The days gone are in heart, It gives pain and passion.