The Mystery Of Word Poem by Subrata Ray

The Mystery Of Word.

Word is the subtlest Brahman by its worth,
Its bud begins to unfold since the birth.
Word has several stations like periodic table,
It is cozy, tender, violent and terrible.
Word is a condensed image of thought and feeling,
And like a beam of fire it causes destruction and healing.


In ratio of purity of body and mind,
Its flow from individual it finds.
Word has negative and positive power,
It may create volcano and soothing shower.


The highest glory of word comes from a prophet,
For like divine flood it awakens from unconscious bed.
Words of Sri Ramakrishna -Vivekananda ignite our divine wick,
And reform men and women from the innermost psychic.