Emptiness Poem by Subrata Ray

O my Emptiness, O my mine
Painless desert is kind of thine,
In thronged sense-staffs, if you not remain,
What else for my Being I would gain!

In this shadowy island,
Trillion phantoms come and go,
On some pointed leases,
They hinge and fridge
And devour spirit in prisons show.

Behind the shadows,
Within the prosaic vaunted soldier,
O you, -Empty-cultured core,
With treasured void ness, around the shore,
Waits and rests as linked anchor,
O my great emptiness, my completeness you bear!