Tragic Hero And Saint. Poem by Subrata Ray

Hey tragic hero,
Illusion covered hubris,
An equal to gods,
You merit suffering,
For your blind ego.
An wise pities your foolish buffoon.

Mundane miracle! Saint!
Burnt out Soul’s covers,
Subtlest Atman in body’s bower,
Vision cultivated truth,
Your advent heralds Soul’s immortality!

Temporal body with dialectic evolution,
Time sedimented –desire’s pollution,
Nature’s minion to prompt bio-psycho,
The body and senses’ vain –glory,
Oh! Tragic hero! pathetic is your story.

Saint! You fie the body, you fie the honor,
You suffer to teach suffering,
Blind we are to see your worth,
Your service is Love’s offering.
The body where you incarnate,
Never can reach there the irony of Fate,
Time and Nature both cry at your gate,
With your love, thousand crucifixion you negate.