Who Calls By My Name? Poem by Prabir Gayen
Who Calls By My Name?
Who calls by my name?
Who calls me in this silent trice,
In the solitude of my maudlin
Mind?
The weak yet inexorable call.
The soft darkness falls as dews in placid
Bourn.
The light flickers after the set of the Sun,
In the dolorous serenade of my being.
The last call and the cogent.
The sound shrill with sonorous meet
to bid goodbye.
The silent call and the most heroical,
to free me from the pungent pain the life offers
to me.
I will come and respond to this inner invitation.
Who calls me in this silent trice, In the solitude of my maudlin Mind...
Who calls me in this silent trice, In the solitude of my maudlin Mind
It seems that someone is calling your name, but indistinctly. To be free from life's pain. I too would like to 'respond to this inner invitation'. Your poem shows the force of hints, suggestions, rather than clear statements.
The silent call and the most heroical, to free me from the pungent pain the life offers to me. I will come and respond to this inner invitation. ......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The weak yet inexorable call. The soft darkness falls as dews in placid Bourn.