The Feast On Individualization. Poem by Subrata Ray

Behind the spectrum glory
The white Sun beam has its story
The rose, elgentine, Shaphali and lily ,
The Fragrance has its divisions.
The birds chilimer in different notes ,
And the Adviditya through prism enforces
The identity of the Individual , in His mystery.
The eye is installed with color, and sense
The heart with multitudinous feelings
The tongue slides from hang to hang
In taste and wordy dealings.
The words are arranged in periodic Table,
Amen! Om! , Mantra, and base prophen,
Trail the tenor of the Vedas , Gita, Bible and so on,
And the darkness of even never mingles with morn.
The poets from different strands,
Flute their music in individual brands,
And Feast the harvest, eith fellow men.