He? Yes He Poem by Subrata Ray

He? Yes He.

He? Yes He,
The grandest friend be,
The love between you and me,
Yes, -He.

In my 57, I am near Heaven,
As love from Him through you comes,
Shall I be a foolish Hamlet?
In 'To be and not to be',

Do I need dry philosophy,
Or chaffy sermons?
And smoke breathed by bourgeois ,
Instead of the Sky’s kiss on Himalayan ridge ?
Do I?

My yesterdays have escaped from Fool’s paradise,
And they form rainbow, -in the inner sun’s rise.
Ah! Did not, did not, He promise ?

Am I not a Bottom like?
Everywhere the same as worlds revive,
No shadows, but dreams,
Dreams from Dream arise!

You thrill evoking darling,
Fledge your wings,
The biblical horses there can not fling,
For Love by Love is ever winning!

He wishes Love,
So Love floods you and me,
Ah! Between us, it is He!