Treasure Island

Bazi alis Subrata Ray

(January / Formerly East Pahistan)

Beneath The Fire.


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.

Submitted: Friday, October 18, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013
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