The Passing Shadows And The Self Poem by Subrata Ray

The Passing Shadows And The Self.
With magnified glass and microscope,
Telescope and satellite, I have tried,
Ventured I with the wisest sayings of the wise,
And the doctrines evolved through dialectic mind,
Save burdens of prisons, nothing I could find,
To serve a peg of peace to my wild horse.
Escapes like the forest of Auden, Illyria,
In my midsummer night’s dreams,
Have only proved my fancy’s deceptions,
Nothing my imaginations could avail.
The windy Troy and the battle of Kuru-Khatra,
The tragic dooms of the epics,
Agamemnon, Ulysses, Arjun, Vishaw,
And the rest of the ego-born headstrong heroes,
Have left a vacant cry of morbid remorse.
More sorrows but no solace did bring the science,
Atomic explosion, nuclear –reactor, black missiles,
The gay-agony of Time rums on the same wheels.
Dismay sets safaris to carry the wills,
As the earth moves round the sun,
The lamps of life ignite, burn and then gone.
Why Din not I redirect the mind from where it comes,
Why did not I have a quantum Jump,
To explore my nucleus in my own unified-field?
Where rests the Soul without any beguile!