The Bodies Poem by Prabir Gayen
The Bodies
My bodies
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One of my bodies on the funeral stove,
One is underground deliquescent to elements.
One is walking careless on Antediluvian, Quaggy mountain with ancient snow.
Each part is equilibrium, forming and Dissolving,
The sun is dropping onto the lid
Without tune,
The birds sing with mindless hue.
The feeling of no feeling is vast in it's profundity,
The kingdom is empty like mirror with no image inside.
The word shrinks within its womb rapping
The world behind to relax on its penumbra.
Muse of a mindless hue! ! ! Due to the time; Blues of love and life, Mankind on earth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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The birds sing with mindless hue. The feeling of no feeling is vast in it's profundity, The kingdom is empty like mirror with no image inside. The word shrinks within its womb rapping The world behind to relax on its penumbra.