Unfit Self To Time Poem by Prabir Gayen

Unfit Self To Time

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Unfit self to Time

The blue horizon stands as before,
Air blows with similar Joy and sorrow,
Clouds pass over the rooftop and field,
In the forest birds chirp with rapture,
Nature is always the same with time,
The sun the moon and the stars are same.

Only the season of my mind changes,
Life is not the same as it was ere,
Rapid change has made me think
Of life,
The sign of life is too wan to feel,
Summer and spring have lost the lustre,
Autumn and winter are the vanguard of death,
Dream of life is finished in the dew.

Soundless rain drenches
my heart and soul,
Memory of life once lived is
Very strong,
Bygone days are sweetly warm and glad,
With painful emptiness it flutters,
The wings of my dreamful life and Joy,
Now I am alone sitting by myself.

All the roads of my life is blocked now,
The ways and the streets are unknown here,
The Earth has become a stranger to me,
Dear and near ones do appear vague faces,
All the colours of life is now fade,
Sweet songs that charmed the soul is empty.

With silent steps life has flown away,
The strange and unknown world
Is it to me,
With no sign of life,
and death prevails around,
In the field of life I am a stranger,
Uprooted by the violent storm of Time,
Only death can become a redemption.

@prabir Gayen:
5 June,2020,2: 43 AM.

Unfit Self To Time
Thursday, June 4, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Prabir Gayen 04 June 2020

The blue horizon stands as before, Air blows with similar Joy and sorrow, Clouds pass over the rooftop and field, In the forest birds chirp with rapture, Nature is always the same with time, The sun the moon and the stars are same

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Soumee Sarkar 04 June 2020

In the field of life I am a stranger, Uprooted by the violent storm of Time, Only death can become a redemption....////

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Prosanta Mondal 04 June 2020

The sign of life is too wan to feel, Summer and spring have lost the lustre, Autumn and winter are the vanguard of death, Dream of life is finished in the dew.

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Rudra Mondal 06 June 2020

The sign of life is too wan to feel, Summer and spring have lost the lustre, Autumn and winter are the vanguard of death, Dream of life is finished in the dew.....////

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Rudra Mondal 06 June 2020

In the field of life I am a stranger, Uprooted by the violent storm of Time, Only death can become a redemption....///

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 04 June 2020

All the roads of my life(isxxxARE) blocked now, The ways and the streets are unknown here, The Earth has become a stranger to me, Dear and near ones do appear vague faces, All the colours of life(isXXXXARE) now fadeD, Sweet songs that charmed the soul is empty. JUST PG REMOVE YOUR NEGATIVITY NOTHING HAS YET ENDED SEE YOU ARE PROGRESSING 454/500 PH YOU HAVE SCALED THE LADDER UWARDS PP ME IS NO WHERE YET

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Meethi Mondal 04 June 2020

Soundless rain drenches my heart and soul, Memory of life once lived is Very strong

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Suman Mondal 04 June 2020

Only the season of my mind changes, Life is not the same as it was ere, Rapid change has made me think Of life,

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