Subrata Ray

Rookie (27.01.1959 / Nator, Rajsahi, Bengladesh)

The Defeat Of The Hubris. By Ray Subrata - Poem by Subrata Ray

All defeated through life’s battles grow wise,
Though few of the hubris get chance twice.

A wit and self sung,
In deed and promised tongue,
Met an ash covered naked sage,
And asked him the reason of that odd stage.

Sage bantered, -“For joy and pure delight
To erase Nature within and Nature without a life long fight”
During the winter with frost,
And in summer wooly –clad in hot,
The meeting of hunger by water and air,
No sermon, no knowledge, but an effort to be bare”

Then our civilization and the tenor of our glory?
Save a few of us, the fools’ tragic story.
How you say that and with what reasoning?

You are Nature’s natural and nothing.

Your arrival is by Time, and the departure the same,
Your youth is pleasure, and the rest is a sorry game.
Your imaginations seduce you to record a story of lie,
Your effort for comfort, with invention and ego’s tie.

Then you reject the world, a beautiful place,
Nay my son, -in reality it is the delusion’s mirage.

What then the destiny of Man,
Say, say shire if you can.

You bloody fool,
Vain reasoning’s tool,
So long my time I waste,
You have no courage to test the vast.

Beneath the true conscience,
Your Vast unconscious ever shines,
And it is above Time and Nature,
Be a hero, to attain that, feature.

Sorry my wit wipes, reasoning turns a Fool,
Try I would my best,

The remaining rest,

By manliness, with my conscience’s tool.

Now I feel
With my new zeal,
The illusioned cycles of birth and death,
I am convinced, and prompted with faith.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 21, 2010

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