The Cave Of The Silent Witness Poem by Prabir Gayen

The Cave of the Silent Witness
Prabir Kumar Gayen

Life has unlearned the art of flowing grace,
Its river no longer hums beneath the moon,
Each hour a leaf departing from the bough,
Each breath a pilgrimage into unlit caves.

The song of night dissolves within my heart,
Each challenge fades — a vanishing note of time,
And pain oozes like dew from alien lands
Where the Soul remembers but cannot return.

The past sinks down the abyss of forgotten suns,
The shire of shadow shrinks into itself,
Intellect fails to reach the Formless Sea,
The Form cannot kindle the fire of breath.

Amid the multitude I stand — unseen,
The forest grows of awkward civilization,
The Sun still burns, the Moon still cools the earth,
Yet the lake's heart thirsts — unquenched by its own dream.

I witness all: the ashes of my dreams,
The sighs of thought, the song of silent Being;
My poetry cannot redeem my fall,
My philosophy — reasonless — remains mute.

Now in my nameless cave I sit alone,
Where darkness listens and Silence breathes again;
The world outside a storm of fading names,
Within — the One, the Flame that never dies.
@prabir Gayen
28/10/2025/11: 11 AM