Let Me die Peacefully
How much dream was
drawn,
How much fun with love,
How much was the Joy,
O Life! How much life!
A Small Storm was cast,
Uprooting the root,
At a tender time,
Life became the Past.
Only dream of it,
The shadow of it,
the way to live by,
To wait for the end.
Life O life! The dream
Of the bygone time,
Deep House of rapture,
Only the dim Canvas.
The Spring was very close
At the very doorsill,
With uncouth gladness,
Mystic stream of Light.
Dream-born was the days,
Full of cries and din,
The feast of life breath,
Nature was not dead.
All the sense of life,
The music of mind,
The honey bag sweet,
The sweet air of Joy.
Life is a bouquet,
The divine field bed,
The ultimate goal,
Life is goal itself.
I am not forever,
The honey collector,
I chose always the thorn,
No rose is there for me.
Blessed are those born,
New to dapple glory,
The fresh souls with light,
New to earth and space.
Blessed are those gone,
Gone gone beyond gone,
Landed on the land,
Beyond this human shore.
With compassion deep,
Without proper sleep,
They linger with heart,
To stand by the Needy.
By living the Life,
With joy and misery,
The souls departed,
Knows the truth of pain.
With the bewitched Mind,
Seasoned with Mushy dream,
I am a tempered Self,
Awaiting day and night.
I am not for Love,
Nor do I await God,
I am not seeker,
Seeking joy for Being.
I am a vagrant,
A tramp of nothing,
Circling my own room,
Nowhere to reach sharp.
O Life let me peace,
Not for my low Blood,
But for my low hope,
PEACE to demean Life.
On the verge of Death,
Let me die a quiet death,
Calm would be my Pyre,
Restless life should pave path.
Half of the day Long,
Full of the Night whole,
Twenty years did go,
Without sleep and peace.
Let me have a sweet morn,
Without the thought of past,
A single moment to pass,
Into the office of Naught.
Let me die a sweet death,
Let me forget the damned days,
Days of pain Ceaseless,
Let me be Self-oblivious.
Rain drops on the leaves
The sweet breeze blows easy,
The Sun shines brightly,
Let me drop between Them.
The death will be calm and quiet,
The serenity the mind sought,
Throughout Life Mind dreams,
With death Solution will dawn.
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@prabir Gayen...26/03/2019....11: 49 Am.
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" I am not forever, The honey collector, I chose always the thorn, No rose is there for me." - a great state of the poet's mind that gives us power to work hard in our lives. the poem is full of the wonders and full of poetic powers.
The death will be calm and quiet, The serenity the mind sought, Throughout Life Mind dreams, With death Solution will dawn. you talk about death and presents a smiling face and great thoughts on life and nature. tony
How much dream was drawn, How much fun with love, How much was the Joy, O Life! How much life! ...! ! !
A Small Storm was cast, Uprooting the root, At a tender time, Life became the Past..! ! !
A Small Storm was cast, Uprooting the root, At a tender time, Life became the Past..! ! ! ..
How much dream was drawn, How much fun with love, How much was the Joy, O Life! How much life! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem sir.................10 Let forget the damned days! Naila
Thanks dear friend....thanks a lot
a very bold comment for PG SIR