The Humble Liquid Poem by Subrata Ray

The Humble Liquid.

Lost in admiration,
In wonder-revealing awe,
My inner self got thrilled.

It was like a caged-bird's flight,
In blue-deep luminous light,
Vibrant-vibration tender delight.

O-Godot -the condensed Unconscious,
A tsunami from sense shaped urn,
The fading of the memory with a touch.

Empty yet filled, -with grand delight,
And echoing azure in un-doo red beauty,
No sense to remember, no voice to utter!

Who me was? Why and when?
Where from and where again!
No question but humble liquid!