The Mind Poem by Prabir Gayen

stream is falling with no sound, a fairy land, land of death between You and The world we grope.

Birds are seen in windy light along the bush, from above heaven thin smoke cluster the peak, hill mysterious

The mind barren and void moves slow wordless, wan and feeble in an unknown way,

A stranger! ! ! ! A strange man in a strange place. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Ah! a strange man in strange place, pyre aflame burning bright with soft cold air. Light through cracked leaves dazzling with chirping of birds unseen. I fear the love and my frozen​ are my hands defeating fire for cold transparent soul. stream is falling with no sound, a fairy land, land of death between You and The world we grope