The Fifth Dimension. Poem by Subrata Ray

The Fifth Dimension.



The unlettered rustic asked a scholar,

Can you measure a voice with your dollar?

Your parrot speech, and cotton woven ropes,

Produce more despair, than cause-less hopes.



Where from comes a word, what is its origin?

How are the phonemes, like photon-es, beams,

How does the universe rest in head?

One cell's opening finds a new bed.



A geometrical-point you say,

No dimension! hmmn, hey!

Radio-active substance?

Self emission rays?

Quanta jumping in orbital bays?



Subtle to subtler, and then subtlest,

Is the place? where imagination rests?

Imagination! colossal Unconscious's child?

Can it guess its Father, -the enigma-wild! ! ! ! ! ! …….



Poet-prophet, and and neuron-faced-scientist,

May in crescendo set foot in the Everest-tempted -crest.

The state of Sri Ramakrishna's Samadhi is beyond any notion,

I pray you the wise, to take the miracle as the sample of fifth dimension.