Beneath The Fire. Poem by Subrata Ray

Beneath The Fire.

No tempest can poetry rise,
Where the heart reduces into a stone,
No stirring spirit can break the inertia,
Where carnal desires moan.

Inflection from conflict,
And psychic-fermentation from Ego's whims,
Eats away, eats away the soul's cream.

Suffering by service, and receiving wounds,
Amidst uncertainty bestow crown,
For, love by nature is dedication of spirit,
A nowhere in nowhere brings the bliss.