To The Lord Of The World Poem by Prabir Gayen

To The Lord of the world
(Rath Yatra)

Never will return the afternoon,
Never will return the colourful
afternoon to drag the chariot,
The childhood days of fete day,
The whispering of God to drag his car
out with rubicund dressing,
The festival of Joy and adoration.

The lord of the world was on the chariot
dragged by our little hands,
We laboured with Joy, love and playfulness
and our God was happy,
The afternoon was a moment of silence
with euphoria of happiness,
The Sun became bashful with flame.

Day after day year after year,
Time rolled with the Sun,
The afternoons of childhood Joy,
The innocent joy of life dropped
into naught, went into the cave
of nothingness,
into the sleep of soil,
The lord of the world was on chariot,
Dragged by the innocent Minds.

The lord is there sitting in deep meditation,
He is in the chariot in the shrine,
Our body is the chariot and it is being
dragged by our mind,
The lord of the world is there
as the soul of our Life,
our existence,
We are drawing the line down the ages,
The Jagannath is there in the temple of our body
and we are drawing it with the breath of our life.

The chariot is getting old and mind is weak,
The dim Sun is telling the end of it,
The sun is setting and the light is dim,
From the tree of life the light gleams,
With meditative trance the silence dawns,
The afternoon of innocence will never return,
The afternoon of whisper will never fall.

Innocence and experience are on the verge
of illumination,
The chariot should be dropped with no time,
To sit close to the lord of the world,
To be one with Him like an invisible balloon,
To fall into the ocean after traveling a long way
through forest and desert into infinity.

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