God -The Source Of The Poet And The Painter. Poem by Subrata Ray

Yours is green -land -granite -grand,
Painter, poet with thousand strands,
Un-fathomed love from the depth of the sea,
An immortal spirit in muddy -vesture you be.

My acquaintance with you is grace of God,
And in you I find an ever free lord.
In reality, God in us finds His face,
In prophet and poet, Himself He best express.

Your painting are the ideas derived from infinite,
With your brash and board, you try to shape a unit.
I your poetry you seek His glow,
The tongue unuttered here finds its flow.

Like the bubbles in a vast Unconscious ocean,
You here have your form and photonic-fusion.
What you have hitherto written in poetry,
Sums up in us, simply His mind's story.