The Mysticbird Poem by Subrata Ray

In the body-made cage,
The soul-like bird,
Comes and goes
I wish to be one with it,
And erase the shadow of the cage,
I wish to vanish the cyclic mirage.

The strange bird recurs in births and deaths,
On space's nest and Time's wreath,
As if the biblical Phoenix reincarnates,
To stage the Lila as the Creator sets.

In the cage the bird has a secret Other,
The bird whispers to his dumb ears,
The bird reminds the close of its vacation,
But alas! The Other has does not bother,