The Nude Poem by Subrata Ray

The Nude.

Mountain, ocean, sky
Desert forest and the rest
Are Nude in their appearance.
Fresh and transparent in forebearing
In Nature's abode gleefully wing.

All humans in birth and death are nude
With growing life cover different moods
They clothe within and without
And invent tricks to hide
The Conscience, Righteous and Justified.

Art of installing manipulated traps
Go on coming out in their map
The hell born Vice guide to civilize
Inert Intellects bring their prize.

Shrouds after shrouds dim the Divine rage
Playful orgy in War and Politics
Build their epitaphs with THOUSAND bricks.

To be a nude in the true sense
Is evadingthe bar by breaking fence
And becoming one with all creations
And holding within the awakenedNotion.