Papia Nandi Ray: The Spirit Of Mahamaya. Poem by Subrata Ray

Papia Nandi Ray: The Spirit Of Mohamaya.

Arresting look,
Mystic book,
Funds of human treasure
Who dares you to measure?

Floods of whims
May bring ruins,
As Nature Herself does,
He knows alone, who is in touch.

Gracious, benavolent, mine of Love,
Feeling profuses from your Cup.

Ever ready to serve
And never failing friend in need,
An oasis for poors, through humane Deeds.

God gifted Beauty
In couentenane and Heart
A mystic mystery, of Divine Art.