Two Existences.... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

We all have two existences.
One fine and another finer....
The more athletic mind one posses
the more aware the person is of the finer....

Poetry like many other fine arts
has the destination in the finer existence.
Those who are possessed by their outside fine
existence look on literature as idle fantasy.

They are oblivious of their rainbow strings
in their inner lute and the drums inside the bonnet.
Facts and figures are gathered in a human head
above ears but the seat of Brahamma calls for
the high voltage current of sublime surge.