The Homeward Journey Poem by Subrata Ray

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Now the soul effaces the Time,
The tales of pilgrimage remains,
The left trees of love foster fruits,
The unborn years would not tempt,

Silence harbors peace to Mariner's Home,
The tears from the nearest have no appeal,
Lies vacant for the oblivion the allotted profile,
An opening there from where once the tide teased,

The faces where no face was at all,
The fickle trickery on Struggle's heartbeat,
Now by no way crumble the eternal retreat.

And in this weather-less departure,
Some lone one's fostered empathy,
Causeless service of soul's compulsion,
Would cast live-transcendence in Heaven,
As the prerogative of God's intervention.