The Stand Still Mirage Withers. Poem by Subrata Ray

The Stand Still Mirage Withers.

Perennial shadow of the ultimate,
Mystic dimension off from east and west,
The shadowy summons of the dead,
In life casts a reflecting wait.

All query to you mingles into naught ,
No traveler can return and say,
What happens to the soul after life,
And the conscious alive confuses in dismay!

Oh! That One Image, -Sri Ramakrishna,
Oh! That One Name, -Sri Ramakrishna,
Through meditation and chanting,
Dispel the mirage without,
The darkest forest within,
And reveal the already in, -Divine Green.