Love Lows To Low Land Poem by Subrata Ray

Love's Showers Channel To Low-land.

Mine is low
Mine is bow,
For I do not know.

I am a prodigal son,
But my Father is great,
He can mitigate, desires,
And the Nature -bound Fate.

My Ego's I,
Never fly,
And makes me fool like Lear,
But I,
Must cry,
And the bond I sign,
To be joyous and fine,
As my burden, He bears.

A pond, stagnant,
Needs connection,
To a river for its flow,
So that to vast ocean,
Easily go it can,
And finds its transparent glow.

Life adds life, and dimension it sets,
And enhances, if links to a Great.