-divine Love As Receipt-Ant, -To My Spirit Sister, -Sandra Mccormack. Poem by Subrata Ray

Your lover is with you,
And giving you His touch,
The great Nature without,
And the Inner the much.

You were distained to play His love,
By wiping the minds cover,
For He is there in Heart's cave,
And there from on you hover.

Mine is a beggar's approach,
And yet I am son of the King,
This faith haunts me,
And in my songs rings.

You are the same to Him,
And more, an image of mother,
For our senses distinguishes,
The Brahmin in Mother and Father.

Mother Kali, and Brahmin,
Are the same, -apparent and Vast Unconscious,
Constant crying and removal of senses, torches the Divine focus.

I wish to say, -I love you,
But fear least the body should come,
For wearing mask of virtue, evil may jump.

The plant in its growth needs fencing,
And the care of a veteran farmer,
And when its root, sets strong foot,
With stem holding it high,
It is free, from animals’ treachery,
And can save it well-nigh,