Life Is A Boat Poem by Prabir Gayen
Life Is A Boat
Life is a Boat
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O master! Life is a boat,
The sorrow and deep sorrow,
Joy comes but it is sorrow,
Joy is misery in disguise.
Coming and going, home and homeless,
Life is a homeless home, all empty,
Like snake leaves slough,
Life is an exuviae of day dream.
The birth is joyous and false,
All joy is false being only relative,
Birth is relative having death at centre,
Life is nothing but hanging in between.
The sky is empty as my mind,
Mind is a deeper sky having no wish,
O Master! Let me have wish to relish the past,
How I wish to be poor again.
Life is a chasing after something,
Joyous and joyless dream,
Every tinkle was harmonious,
Air was warm breath and vigorous.
Village has lost it's virginity,
As I have lost my mind,
Drooping dream gives birth nothing,
Only the people with new faces
are not changed.
O master! Poverty gives life,
Riches take away everything,
Curse is blessing and jouyful,
Affluence is curse hidden underneath.
Life has been wasted with time,
No traces of childhood dream survive,
The deepest wishes to enjoy life,
With friends and relatives are gone.
Some are there as living phantoms,
Some have changed with the flow of time,
Few friends become foe for selfish ends,
Some have gone beyond border of life.
Death comes with severe pain,
Takes from us our dearest ones,
No amount of joy can make up the loss,
Life is spent repairing life all life.
Knowledge comes to heal the wound,
Wisdom gives highest consolation,
Still emptiness is heavy on oozing sense,
Philosophy is dead and baffles to cover the pain.
O master! having attained your love,
Though life does not seem a failure,
The waves of sorrow for losing the
Yester- year,
Life becomes available to flow to silent sleep.
The Garland of life is too heavy,
O master! Only death seems a logic,
Illogical life has no aim to fulfil,
Let me have peace to die into myself.
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@ Prabir Gayen- 06/02/2019: 2: 45 AM.
A philosophical write on the emptiness of life.A graland too heavy to bring, an excellent metaphor lastly death becoming a consolation.Well done.
Joy is misery in disguise ! ! ! ! ! JOY IS JOY Look at it happily more joys than srorows come in life.... poverty is a curse believe you me.... but take a positive view of life and then see how Poet Me differs from thee we both must to improve life and help all see black and white so that all life becomes PURPOSEFUL even though its PURPOSE is nought PG
Thanks dear poet....you are very positive...beautiful poem is created by your comment...
The birth is joyous and false, All joy is false being only relative, Birth is relative having death at centre, Life is nothing but hanging in between.
Death comes with severe pain, Takes from us our dearest ones, No amount of joy can make up the loss, Life is spent repairing life all life.
The Garland of life is too heavy, O master! Only death seems a logic, Illogical life has no aim to fulfil, Let me have peace to die into myself.
...Life is nothing but hanging in between.. Right. in the point, my friend.
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5/11/2024 1:29:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A well crafted allegory, Prabir.......10++++