Prelude Poem by SUDEEP ROYCHOUDHURY

PART 1

I a buddhist monk, an ascetic disciple,
Walking by the dead foliage and withered leaves,
Watching the idleness of the lumbering tram,
A yellow city cab lurched boisterously,
The wakefulness on the street, bustling with hitchhikers and passers by.

One's iniquities and vices, with low intelligence,
Intertwined within the snare of the falsity of the materialistic world,
Men without wits and reasons-
The ignorance entrenched in the minds with obstinancy,
Chained in servility, the people striving tirelessly-
I made a boisterous appeal - ‘wake up! ! '
Embark on the untrodden path of self realization.


PART 2

The radiance of the blazing sun on my face,
Fills the deepest corners of my heart with light,
A vast stretched ocean of knowledge-
Where waves of conscience and wisdom,
Repels and reverberates under the submerged rocks,
The muddy ebb and flow of music,
Absorbs my mystic mind in eternal bliss.

Beneath the drab grey melting clouds,
The rain drops shimmering,
Pouring down profuse benisons of love,
Embellishes my soul with ecstacy.
I a buddhist monk, an ascetic disciple,
Through a lifetime of austerities-
Seeks solace in renunciation.