O My Mother Divine, Poem by Subrata Ray

O my Mother Divine,
On my body’s boat,
Your faith is oar,
That you have bestowed to cover,
The ebb and tide of life’s sea,
And thousands temptations that hover.

Nature binds to profession,
And logic and intellect bold,
Many a worth, losses grace,
And Conscience is easily sold.

O my mother Divine, how can here I stay,
My senses do not leave me, and wish to be gay.

O my mother Divine,
In my twin, if you do not grow,
My boat would swing,
In the whirl wind,
And to the harbor, it would not go.

Make me non-attached to glassy toys,
And link to your fountain of your delight,
And how can I stay here,
If you not bestow might.