The Early Hour Of Spring Poem by Prabir Gayen
The Early Hour Of Spring
The spring
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The spring hast overflowed it's
Sublimation in silent celebration,
The indolence of drooping into floral
abundance.
The hornets sing their chanson
With hearts full of bewildered capitulation.
The spring hast spread its wings
Over the datum line on my lawn
Without ripple and quiet Wayfaring.
The air Unencumbered and Home-bred Yearling,
breathes with amazed rambunctiousness
For this Inundating opulence.
Soaked in the knowledge of vastness,
The root of my mind and it's pain and
Pleasure,
The meeting of sense and essence
and the fragrance of inanition,
The spring Incubates my mind outworn
By inward wedlock.
The spring hast overflowed it's Sublimation in silent celebration, The indolence of drooping into floral abundance.
The meeting of sense and essence and the fragrance of inanition, The spring Incubates my mind outworn By inward wedlock.
Soaked in the knowledge of vastness, The root of my mind and it's pain and Pleasure,
The air Unencumbered and Home-bred Yearling, breathes with amazed rambunctiousness For this Inundating opulence.
The spring hast spread its wings Over the datum line on my lawn Without ripple and quiet Wayfaring
The hornets sing their chanson With hearts full of bewildered capitulation.
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7/28/2025 8:29:08 AM # 1.0.0
Beautiful poetry..1000000000000000000000000++++++++++++++++++++++++++