The Lives Of The Great Men. By Ray Subrata - Poem by Subrata Ray
We live in deeds not in years,
The proverb remains in ocean of tears.
While we waste ourselves in reasoning intellect,
The great men for an ideal fight against the Fate,
They never accept any return,
To them life is deed’s fun.
For Time bears them in its infinite flow,
Like the Nirban light, their spirits glow.
The hero is he who works in silence,
Keeping himself from other’s glance,
And busy in finding his own ignorance,
Turns to fruit through flower and fragrance.
The great man’s gross body passes away leaving a skeleton.
And that becomes the distant goal from generation to generation.
The whole history of our civilizations are the Time-borne - foot-prints of few great souls,
They convert their physical mass into energy, illumined themselves and reach the goals.
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