The Twin Conflict. By Ray Subrata - Poem by Subrata Ray
One and make two.
Nature without and within,
Day and night,
Light and Darkness,
Tide and ebb,
Man and woman
Life and Death,
The Sun and The Moon
Nature is habit ridden,
Farmer cultivates the land
Man cultivates the woman,
Draught invites the Rains
Who created the gins?
Prodigy? oh! Sure.
The fifth-dimensioned –body?
Two Suns, -one flashes from the vast Unconscious.
Calm and soften, freshly brighten, but more luminous.
Two Oceans, one roaring in the sea-shore,
The other within the body, faces from the core.
Who the fool teaches you dialectic-materialism?
Who the Satan, introduced hellish imperialism?
In the perpetual tenor of the yes -men,
Frayed- sermons in fear-heated can.
I am no-man, and you too the same,
Floating, shadowy, airy, in life’s game.
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