Bazi alis Subrata Ray
The Fire - Poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray
Father of light,
Soft, violent and bright,
Whitish by nature,
Seven channels by feature,
Form of divine,
And more of cosmic glow,
In streams of spectra,
Were you created with God’s will?
Or for His wrath or gentle smile,
Or to feed and bid His creation,
In destruction and preservation?
Had you been in Olympian with Zeus?
Were you brought by the Titan, - Prometheus?
Or had been dormant in dead logs or black –hole,
Knowing the mystery Prometheus stole?
Does the Vedic legend of Brambha as the fusion of heat?
Confirm your origin and perpetual merit.
Mendeleev’ , Bohr, and Plank,
Consider you as quanta trunk,
And my Vagabond feels you,
As the counter foil of water,
That gives divinity in life and matter.
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