Bazi alis Subrata Ray
The Divine Thriller. - Poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray
Music stirs emotion,
And unlocks the hidden doors of feelings,
The slumbering senses rise,
The heart finds healings.
The musician activates the poet in us,
By setting harmony of Divine tune,
The flood of cadence waters the soul,
The wrapped Being in us finds liberty,
The eternal joy in ecstasy dances and rolls.
The cultivated orator of Divine shrine,
Is more a God-possessed than apparent human,
And His voice cyclones the psychic of the listeners,
With impelling thirst of loving the self- Divine .
The grandest thriller is the Avatar Himself,
Who with twelve apostles appear,
And leave His gospel, leave His parable,
As a passage for His children to feel the God-particle.
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