Memory Poem by Prabir Gayen

I've read this over and over and its enigmatically beautiful, life offers us chances and we have the power to take the plunge or not, time always stands our companion to the end. Beautiful work

Now life is lost within the whirlpool of time's Merciless march.

I am a tempest torn self within the storm of my emotion. Devoured by my own otiose ache, I become an object of thy rage

A silent outsider I became and lost the opportunity. Time came my lord to be one with thee but I was an ignorant visitor. People come and touch thy feet and Tears flow from my eyes.....////

A silent outsider I became and lost the opportunity. Time came my lord to be one with thee but I was an ignorant visitor. People come and touch thy feet and Tears flow from my eyes.......//////

Time came, my love to offer me to thee, To be empty and full with nothingness, The darkness was deep and memory was strong and I stepped back, stood outside of thy door.