Life Within Life - Poem by Subrata Ray
How strange it is to pause,
Even when there is a cause,
For life runs in two stream,
One is imaginative and the other is grim.
With Death’s passport one slides,
The other, the subtle in imagination glides.
Within the apparent, the real finds a core,
When death comes, the second remains in Time’s shore.
The thought bricks one by one build the palace,
The body goes away, remains the spirit’s glace.
Again the individual one leaves on earth his genetic touch,
The hugged warmth, with life’s chemistry, finds a fuss.
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