Grace Poem by Indranil Ganguly

Moving with grace, from ruin to ruin,
To bring the hornet nest, about his ears to sting,
A remorseless fate, seeks no control,
Unrelieved experience of pain, is too agonizing for each soul.

A month's grace, placed at discord,
With circumstances, in terrible presence of his god,
Through a tremendous stoicism or through a faith,
Grace outsoars defeat & death.

Gracing through poison, and searching for nectar,
Wading through evil, he conflicts opposing impulses & desire,
An evil, he must overcome by self waste & torture,
Importunities of this world, discovered for him no other.

Only through Grace, can he find blessedness?
Fallen man seeks rehabilitation in infiniteness!
All in readiness & its credible ripeness,
Is his perennial hunger for renaissance.