Path Poem by Ratneswar Brahmachari

The countdown has begun,
Five elements are trapped in the conical flask.

The Holy Grail envisages the chute
Elixir of life approaches ambush!
The Alchemy of iternal life.

Simply soft and delicate - these adjectives though,
Take the form of a new-born!

Ray of the sun greets with giggles,
Seven fair ladies come to visit!

Oh! notwithstanding the entices from the heaven and the earth,
Touchstone comes into play.
Desperate battle begins...
Mind and Matter, where matter matters not much!

The Alchemist's path!