The Inspiring Message. Poem by Subrata Ray

Some of your scriptures, I have read,
That you have given to the Mankind,
The more there, that you bear,
In thy face I find.

In your love letters, "Where are you? "
I ask.
I read and read, and find therein,
Your mask.

Now, thou have made me feel well,
That to bring your conscience's bell,
You have kept in your trap a trained dove,
He calls the restless ones to confer peace and hope.
But you the hunter do stand,
Farthest from any recognized land.

In the first spring of my child hood love,
Thou were all bliss to my sensuous pleasure,
Now I feel, how fool I was and how,
I proved my self a looser.

Thou have wished, I should be,
A flowing stream,
To soothe the dip of those
Who are cloyed, thirsty, and grim?

Thou come in guise, in evil and good,
And let me taste life's future food.

They come one by one,
And their faces I see,
The un-numbered images of thy Face,
And, every where, it is thee.