The Homeward Vagabond. Poem by Subrata Ray

The Homeward Vagabond.

Reluctant to sail the boundless ocean?
And looking back to have more of life,
To have a bliss to withdraw the roaring waves,
To have a peep from the Lotus God's face,

Ah! the denial of inert mind, that once the mind was,
To feel and recognize that Unconscious touch,
Amidst the bubbles of passing dreams,
And the sorrowful-tales caused from whims!

Do not you wish to cast a look outward?
Hey vagabond! Hey fake bard,
From the letters and sentences of your inner Book,
Where history quits from reasons and senses' hook!

Ah! are not the here and the there-same?
The soul in the seed, and the vase with a name,
The nest bound lark and his sky -beyond frame,

Yea.Yea. Yes
The soul when is conquered,
The same is the case.