Love Researched Poem by Subrata Ray

The Researched Love.

Hey love! the cup
filled with poison and nectar,
you spring with two face,
the nasty carnal, and divine grace.

Seeking your true nature,
is a venture to restore,
the infinite unconscious of Brahman.

Upon you rotate the nature,
and the perennial youth of time,
victimizes the divine -sparks wrapped in body,
and apparentcomedy faces a tragic end.

In the package of good and evil,
evil dominates, and drags the aspirant,
to the den of procreative pleasure,
and the Soul transmigrates low to lower.

Bestow an escape velocity,
and a power to the subtle mind,
to burn out the roots of desire,
and be a live-image in unalloyed -feeling