Your Advent Poem by Subrata Ray

Your Advent

You came as a strange bird,
In my long waiting lone tree,
My longing look with ardent tears,
Moaned, and preserved the feeling,
As un-flooded water in artisan well.


I had no execution of love,
Save the sailing of imaginary abstracts,
From writhing heart for contentment.,
I was half in negation to the biting lore,
And then all on a sudden, you swamped the door.


My anguish cried, for beacon, beyond the daily light,
And love as timeless tranquillity of green ocean,
Bewitched between allotted uncertainty and adored love,
I was receding and receding towards nothing,
Life of mine got acided, and the intercourse of the senses ,
Raped, plundered and mashed my moral conscience.

Better it had been to be an animal in dark Africa,
Than among such facial panoramic humans,
With vapid sterility of implied scorpions.
The gens of hellish ghosts and witches sprout,
Barbaric ego and indifferent difference declare victory,
Over the innocence of faith and simple goodness .

In such state Your mantle alone, preserves fortitude,
The occasional glimpse of Your face in the luminous,
Of abstract glory, heralded your advent.
And now vain is not the psalm of your vagabond bard,
Unlocked You have the cover from the lotus in my heart.