- The way beyond the world-
Tears of pain do not touch the star that falls apart,
The eternal silence fails to fill the cave of heart.
In the darkness of the mind is born
Never - ending loneliness.
Ocean like vastness is the volume of pain of ignorance.
Life is a useless wait for nothing to happen.
Restless nature doth sail the preaching of thoughtless agony.
All the colour of corporal frame is illusion that proclaims suffering.
The dust on the way flying with Languorous air,
The drooping leaves draped with
Cumbrous Ombro,
And occasional blow of sudden Squall,
Do weave the Anecdote of life as a sojourn.
Life is a garden, an amplewilderness without bridle.
Let the soft swell and fall of thy quiet breath become my egress.
Do weave the Anecdote of life as a sojourn. Life is a garden, an amplewilderness without bridle. Let the soft swell and fall of thy quiet breath become my egress. Prabir Gayen
And occasional blow of sudden Squall, Do weave the Anecdote of life as a sojourn. Life is a garden, an amplew without bridle. Let the soft swell and fall of thy quiet breath become my egress.
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Do weave the Anecdote of life as a sojourn. Life is a garden, an amplewilderness without bridle. Let the soft swell and fall of thy quiet breath become my egress. ........