Ray Subrata Ray
A Christmas Token Of Love To Judith, - And All My Dearest Friends By Ray Subrata - Poem by Ray Subrata Ray
In mind’s echoing green,
You appear as a reflective shrine,
A link by Unified field,
…We the friends here build,
And our love’s fragrance promotes the air,
We banquet the life’s feast, and make it fair.
In Time’s tree now we hang,
With sense and tongue we sing,
Our each day’s ordeal, and soul’s work,
Would take their flight like shinning lark.
Let us commit that we would overcome our ego,
If any wrong, out of ignorance, we would forgo.
I wish with the opening of two thousand and eleven,
We would be more vibrant, spiritual and more sane.
Ours would be a world of love, fortitude, empathy and service,
Receiving wounds of love, and others’ suffering, we would grow wise.
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