The Falling In Love Before Be-Loved. Poem by Subrata Ray

Since my birth,
On this beautiful earth,
I was getting amazed with nature’s glory,
I began to read, read and read,
The dumb-unconscious - Nature’s story.

Since my birth,
I began to feel,
The Soul’s manifestation in every deal,
Making time, the transient rime,
The pilgrims come and go,
Since my birth,
On this earth,
surely, surely I know.

Since my birth,
There began to reveal,
The mystic mystery of Divine’s tales,
In so many places, so many graces,
In Church, temple, animal, and man,
So profuse and profound,
That go round and round,
And every where my Darling stands.

As I grow,
And go to and fro,
And have ropes to survive,
In weal and woe,
Among friends and foe,
The image of my darling,
Can nothing wipe.

Ah always and ever,
She is there,
In the faces wherever my glance I cast,
Hay, Hers is a living presence, -not a mere trust! ! !