To My Beauteous Friend Marian Haddad, Poem by Subrata Ray

In my pilgrimage on either side,
All I see are God’s prize,
Contract and expand, -fall and rise,

Happens often miracle,
Someone rings soul’s bell,
And an unconscious impression,
Buds and blooms its face,
In murmurus joy I feel,
A fragment Divine’s grace.

So you are one, -ever beauteous to worship,
All commands of friendship, -why not I keep.?

By nature grown from within,
A living temple of God’s shrine.
Marian Haddad in Time’s strand,
So my spirit feels, as God grants.