Ranadeb Bhattacharya (21/11/1983 / Kolkata, India)
The Inner Me
On the vibrant waves of time,
I am a nameless bubble drop,
Bloated and still floating,
On it’s busy surface top.
On the solitary shores of life,
I am a listless granule still,
In inert submission I lie - -
A humble instrument of Your will.
On the mortal plains of reason,
I am a long forgotten dream,
Of joy and mirth to heart’s content,
Once found in doing silly things.
Over the arbors of liberty,
I am the vast horizon blue,
In repose with sweet serenity,
And tied for all eternity to You.
In the closet of pride,
Where the thirst for power,
And hollow legacies deny,
Many the rights to survive,
I am the unstained butterfly.
At times I am a winged spirit,
With whims void of selfish passions
And often another feckless being,
In the infinite scheme of Creation.
Baptized in the Church of Love,
To the religion of Humanity I belong.
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