The Divine Wallet. Poem by Subrata Ray

I felt that love you germinate
The willow wither
In the tinged glow of your soul
And feeling came as healing
The unification of sensibility rolls.

Neither from the weather-wise,
Nor from the passing waves of Nature,
But from the cave of the heart,
Where in the plasma abstract you dwell.

Your mandate is Conscience's sword,
And strongest discrimination on right and wrong,
To have the direct experience of the Truth,
Amidst the mirage of this passing throngs.

Had I had not had that Divine -wallet,
How could I disclaim my Fortunate and Fate!