Wisdom Kills The Joy Of Life Poem by Prabir Gayen

Wisdom kills the Joy Of Life

Having no wish I am a man of wisdom,
Wisdom kills the joy in heart,
The heart is very much inclined to past,
The past is memory and it is painful,
My childhood days were very much lively,
full of adventures and elan too,
Life was lively and full of pulsation,
The joy of living with manifold dreams,
The sun the moon and all the stars were
quaking hearts,
I lived with them with all my heart
trembling with them,
The sky was my constant friend,
Each moment was Joyous and sadness came
to me as the song of life,
Sadness was beautiful and it was for love
for unknown dream,
Life was with all forms a mystic dream,
an unknown challenge to meet,
Now everything is finished with no dreams left,
Life is heading to monotonous end,
End is nearing like a river having finished
long journey to fall into ocean,
Wisdom is knowing the knowledge,
Ending the mystery of life,
To know is to be out of mystery,
Living with wonderment comes
to pitiful conclusion,
'To be wise is to be a sufferer '
- a quotation of a dreamless heart and true,
Life is beautiful when it is full of
chances and coincidences,
Full of dreary moments to meet,
Going and going without stoppage,
Digging heart is now tiresome,
Only to meet dead memories to be sad and
lonely by the side of graveyard of childhood cheering.