A Reply To The Saying Of My Dearest. Poem by Subrata Ray

A reply To The Sayings Of My Dearest.

You negated my second coming
As you launched your full-fledged wings,
In the Chidakash as a liberated soul,
Winning Atman, -the grandest goal.

Mine is a haggard's staggering,
In the labyrinths of reason-headed profits,
Of base instincts and love-masked scorpions,
And lagging more behind than forwarding,
Like a tiny-boat in tidal cross-current.

My ego beyond apparent goodness,
My hidden blindness in the showy-knowledge,
And my innate poverty to hold the coverage,
To know the self and end the prosaic tale,
Hardly merit for escape velocity.

Yet may it be, I suppose,
As often all reasons wither
From my poetry and prose,
And the mantle of my spiritual master,
More than a rudder sails on the tsunami,
Of my every-day's struggle of filthy living.
May your word be fruitful like a Divine-Bard,
As I already have a crack that turns big to bigger,
And sure I am to have a non-dimensional figure.