The Blooming Of A Soul On Earthly Vase. Poem by Subrata Ray

On Time’s mirror an image faces its face,
The blooming of a soul in earthly vase.

What more then, the best in us,
On Time’s chariot Love’s focus.
The glory garland round our Lord’s neck,
A transient ship upon a transient deck.

A control, and super-conscious radio-active turn,
The Tamasa (evil-parasites) of nature are gone.
That love we wish to foster and generate, my dearest friend,
Novice, though we are, with Lord’s grace, we would be trained.