Bazi alis Subrata Ray
Bazi alis Subrata Ray Poems
True Education’s Prize.
Do you think? ‘I don’t deserve!
I have stung ministers and big brothers,
In my art evoking body’s harp,
Yes, yes, I do deserve!
Since the days of university,
My geography creates history,
Under my cover I hold romantic stories,
Why heart? But witty beguile,
Ah! Yes I have stamps and seals,
I stand gate-way for so many deals,
I can speak fluent,
From moment to moment I can bend,
Fairy honey-pigs I can arrange,
I myself a poetry with grapes and orange.
Be not jealous and envious of my fame,
I am a step for their democratic ...
Heart –the Home Of God.
In the midst of the body,
Blooms the infinite- Unconscious,
And on that condensed dumb,
The Lotus widens its petals.
When the mind is nonattached,
And it nurtures the body to be pure,
The flash of Divine, there will be sure,
Avatar Sri Ramakrishna may there spring,