Bask Your Soul Poem by Neela Nath Das

Bask your soul
with the fire
which Prometheus
brought for the mankind.....
Your soul is tattered,
worn out and filthy.
Can't you smell it?
No, I won't blame you,
it's your cruel lot,
taking you by your
hand to the darkest
region of hell...
The Blue light is
around you, but
you are not scorched,
because, once one is taken
by hell, his spiritual
sense becomes numb!
Yet, if you want to
comeback, and walk
on the same track,
we are awaiting
in the turning of
the way to Heaven.
Amen!