___ Thy eyes __
by Prabir Gayen
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Those broad eyes doth arouse in my heart pain Ceaseless,
Deep as the sky, Immense and
Mysterious and recondite where the source
Of life and death enshrined.
Thy gracious and benignant look
Blank yet full rings in the being of mine
A wistful tootle.
The song without rhyme, eternal in it's prime,
The dance without reason,
The Ambrosia that downward flows with
all anxiety and reflection of it,
Washing and exculpating my inward invention.
This life that was once full of the morning
The Elysian dew of the inexorable cloud,
And the mirthful downpour of the setting hue,
Each moment full of wonderment.
The passing cloudlet within an empty,
Life seems to revert to non doing