The Divine Poem by Subrata Ray

With the departure of all affirmations,
Fake reality of weather -mirage,
The intended, he, she, and it,
And experiences of undeserved negations,
You turn a free desert!

Time in such loneliness is a stand still,
You may cry or whine, -’Why! What! Why! ”,
May your eye go beyond the apparent horizon,
You may be oblivious of your biological senses,
As abstract infinity sets hold in you!

Would you then love your far off province?
With the purest devotion of all well being,
As the reflection of the truth and beauty,
That things like death can never dim!