We Are All Assured That State. Poem by Subrata Ray

Let me be on no -man's land,
Between here and there,
In the deepest depth,
And in the highest peak,
My link may have its share,

My pilgrimage, I deny not,
Is a test of my struggle?
The coated layers,
I was destined to bare,
In each stone's mail age,

Some thing like a tempted burglar,
At his reach of some open-silver coins,
Discovers gold and diamonds, lying,
Would he not tease his hopes running,
To be rich with those, treasured mines!

And then, if, a virgin empress with garland flowery,
Waits to make him an episode in her story,
Bestowing Time’s death, in love’s unification,
With three domains, eternity, in contented hand,
That’s indeed the salvation of cyclic slavery,

Friends with no genderization,
You are all assured that state.
And Fate is just Maya’s trap,
To catch you with desire’s hope,
Trough birth and death in his rope.