Life, Death And Love

LIFE Thousand petals withered inside and within, With a stroke ineffaceable. A poet with thousand rhymes baffled to bleed, With pain, agony and anger. Eyes eternally presence failed to regain and purge the self, Devotion, love and compassion turned into hatred. Bleeding self is shallow and waved in endless stream, without deepth without essence. Life! thou art trifle, a frail dream, a desert and a vain man's aspiration. death! hail to thee, the ending of suffering, the rest of strife and the harbinger of peace and silence. Hail to thee oh death! You arefierce phoebus fire to take my breath into cool air of cosmos, O Love! You are tainted by sex and sensual touches, Love is short lived and it becomes sexual dream, You take my many cherished hours, My silence and peace, Life is a chain of events and it is useless. @prabir Gayen /27/03/20/ 7: 22 PM.