Beauty And Thought. Poem by Subrata Ray

Truest beauty links to human land,
For, with cultivation of purity it stands.
The more the subtle body gets farmed,
The more there rise divine terms.
When ardent devotion washes away the black desire,
The installed divinity flames with Beauty's fire.

If beauty is the flower, truth is the fruit,
Then body is the soil, mind is the root.
The purified thought brings transparency of the soul,
The holiest holy in us buds, we realize the goal.