Subrata Ray

Rookie (27.01.1959 / Nator, Rajsahi, Bengladesh)

The World And Our Purpose By Ray Subrata - Poem by Subrata Ray

The world, a few days ago, I thought
Stepping back, from what I brought,
A place of quarrel, with mask-worn feet,
Which with wonder, when I first it greet.

Now again in my lonely hour,
When I meditate in my secluded bower,
I revive the gleams of hanging shades,
From Time’s province on this earthly bed.

Like floating bubbles from antique –land,
We come here and have a few days stand,
We love, we fight, we hate, we spite,
In the passing events as day’s day-light.

Un-expected happenings are in rampant order,
Nature roars, shore lures, contracts the border.
Galloping riders are caught by invisible air,
No time they find, to stand and stare.

Forbidding the return, all of us turn,
What never was promised and ordained,
For endless desire, we invite quenchless burn.

What is then, the last hope for the Mankind?
With death they come, and in life back behind.

The answer that I find is spirituality, the awakening of the soul,
Thousands illusions man has to overcome, and reach the goal.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 22, 2010



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