Season Of My Soul Poem by Prabir Gayen

Season of my Soul

You are my Spring,
The season fondly guarded,
Kissed by every other season,
You are my rain with rainbow,
And sometimes with sudden clash
Of thunder and lightning,
You are my summer and Joy,
On my soul you are as sparrow,
Singing the song of Love,
You are flying high as the cloud of Autumn,
the pain of deep rooted Love,
You are my rain as liquid Love,
Late Autumn as poignant joy
With pain unlimited and deep
gratefulness for anecdotic Love,
With sleepy Joy and dullness deep,
Pain with Joy of fullness and anxious
waiting for your coming and
doting friendship,
You are my winter and Only
road to my self,
Only obsession from morning
till night,
A winter full of warmth and
better than summer,
A winter where cuckoo
sings the song,
A winter where Soul
wishes to Kiss,
You are my whole year
with every
distinct season and
song and colour,
With rain and rainbow,
sparrow and cuckoo,
clouds and clear sky,
storms and cold breeze,
hailstorm and mild breeze,
Pain of love and separation,
Love of caring inside
the room of being,
And feeling of being embraced,
Beyond and above everything
you are to me,
Summer spring and sorrow,
Rain Autumn and late Autumn's
Pleasance, my presence
and my morrow.
With mind and without
mind you are my unseen Joy
andUnlimited sky.


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@Prabor Gayen..29/04/2019..11: 44 PM.