The Indifferent Lease Poem by Subrata Ray

The Indifferent Lease
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If such time visits you,
With no hope to fulfil,
No return of your past,
All your attempts are dashed in to dust,
And friends flee like fair-weather birds,
Don’t give in despair, but stay on your mast.

If no recompense of yeoman service,
Comes to you as solace of good deeds,
But betrayal, cunning and contrived plot,
Accept those passing shadows as reversal of your lot.

Look behind, and look after,
Like a stoic as desert,
And feel how vacant turns your crowded heart.

In such bereft loneliness your Unconscious flashes,
The cataract of your eye is dropped down,
And the whirlwind of illusions no longer clouds your looking glass.

Take for granted the indifferent lease,
As the bliss of gravitational equilibrium for your escape,
Your pied love for God, brings God out from heart’s cave.