Calm Is The Mind On Lonely Land, Poem by Subrata Ray

Calm is the mind on lonely land,
Germinates the conscious in mind’s home,
The rocking of hope and despair slip into cessation,
And the soul awakens from Bhyma ocean.

Beacon rays frequently flash,
Shadowy dream like trance, -dance
Joyous boats in Chityana sky sail
Super conscious etherizes dull sense.

Researchers of mind’s recesses.
In their pilgrimage to body’s shrine,
Have harvested so many fruits of unconscious,
Honeyed divine cells’ transformed birth.