The Divine's Sacrifice. Poem by Subrata Ray

The Divine's Sacrifice.

Wounds of love drinks sins of cups,
To restore and redeem the fallen ones,
The son to God, -Christ the Lord,
Leaves for us the skeleton of His sacrifice,

The Avatar as gypsy pilgrim inflames the flame,
Of the dormant Divine in the Mankind,
The history rolls, -but His blood,
Rises above the ravages of Time.

The monotonous and morbid Time,
Stoops to the glory of Christ's Love,
No cause it has to prolong,
Save, yoking the incarnated harp.