Thy Careful Caress

Thy careful caress

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Love too much on the tiny breast of time,
Impetuosity of pain with cipher perception
On the cool shade of thy bosom,
I am wordless for thy divine with no conceptual
Way of caress,
No way to deal it or to express with precise
form of word.
A beggar in mind and soul is uplifted with thy
rich accosting celebration of surrender.
In the deep self of mine I find thee as my
Inner being weak and motionless,
As rapturous somnambulism.
O dear thou art one for whom I am formed
again and again and die with totality of consciousness.
In the web of consciousness thou art
My unconscious blessing,
fragrance of existence with existential fulfilment.
This life is thy oblation and immolation
Of thy future for the rootless present.

by Prabir Gayen

Comments (1)

SO DEEP AND BEAUTIFUL IS THY POETRY IT FATHOMS DEEP IN MY LONELY MIND HOW ONE DAY I WISH MY POETRY IS AS LOVELY AS THINE ...WELL DONE PG I HAVE BECOMETHY FAN