Joyous Touch. Poem by Subrata Ray

A glow of joy, with laughter shine,
Seems to be an image of wonder-divine,
Waiting for special some one,
To tune the lyre for life's shun.

My vagabond poet,
Suddenly discovers himself in your gate.
From limited pond to the vast ocean,
The soul finds a miraculous transmission.

O light, o love, o joy, -I am undone,
So many damn moons and day –light suns,
So many plots of black and contaminated mind,
Cheats’ sermons, mirage-born winds,
Through the upwards and downwards ferries,
Cancer –consumed of my earthly trees,

Smile is Brahmin, beauty is Brahmin, and joy is Brahmin,
They are the flash of Atman-divine.
Hey Mother, hey Master, hey my Istha, my God,
With your joyous touch you have emancipated me my Lord.