Cradle To Cosmos

Cradle to Cosmos
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Long ago with trembling hand
did I hold the hand of my mother,
Heart was Warm with the
dream of blissful days,
Colourful were the days
for Unknown Mystery ahead,
Cosmic bliss rained lovingly
With no pain of supposed strains,
Eyes were full of dreamful
and ambitious hopes,
Invisible wings soared high
and touched the stars
Unknown filled the heart
with wonderment,
Twittering of birds and crimson rays
did awake us
from long night's nutritious rest.
Vast green field with blue heaven
and rustic lore - an Eden.
God was but image of festivity.

With the March of time all is lost,
the song of birds now
bears message for unthought idea,
Dreamful and easy days are hardened
for life's essential promises,
Like a canvas mind is painted
with rough draft,
Still it is boiling in the
hot water of life,
Confused rhythm of madding crowd,
And ceaseless onslaught of mind's ache
wrought the booming brim of empty brain,
Love's manifold distortions and
crudest part of carnal delusion,
The painful cohabitation of past
and present I am torn apart.
You are O my master!
Only you are for Me,
Though indifferent to my pain and
Confusion,
A draught of cool water,
A nectarous flow of Elysian Pond.
Let me die to my Ego,
My aspirant mind to put my face on You,
With similar beatitude like childhood,
Let me Cradle from creation to Cosmos.
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@Prabir Gayen 20/02/2019: 11: 22 AM.

by Prabir Gayen

Comments (92)

Still it is boiling in the/hot water of life/Confused rhythm of madding crowd....scintillating poetic expression! My great pleasure reading this magnificent piece of poetry again and again!
A stellar work, bewildering with an array of imagery Like a canvas mind is painted with rough draft, Still it is boiling in the hot water of life, Life's confusion has found order in your words. I fine addition.
My aspirant mind to put my face on You, With similar beatitude like childhood, Let me Cradle from creation to Cosmos.. ....fine
Beautiful poem dear poet..... thanks.....a lot.../
Confused rhythm of madding crowd, And ceaseless onslaught of mind's ache wrought the booming brim of empty brain,
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