The Artesian Tears
@ Poet Subrata Ray.
Devotee, spiritual aspirant or monk
To have the BLESSED Oasis
In the dreary mirage of life
From birth to birth in this earth
Cry with wailful tears.
Perilous, painful passage pungs
Slide, glide, with Ramakrishna name sung
Day in and day out and so on and so on
With Jappa, Meditation, and Bhaba are grown.
Thirsty to quench but no Water to drench
In the rough deserted hills
But a sudden Will, intervenes to deal
And opens the Fountain of the choked seal.
Distilled Divine flood of tears
Springs forth with Unconscious Mirth
And the Tsunami led by Brahmn
Takes hold.
N.B The poem focuses on the central concept of Bhakti Yoga. Devotion in its condensed form comes out like a Flood and breaks all fences of life. Artesian fountain remains hidden in hills and mountains. Its sudden opening springs forth distilled water. Likewise from the Nath -Brahman, of an ardent devoteetears in huge current from within come out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem