Treasure Island

Bazi alis Subrata Ray

(January / Formerly East Pahistan)

The Only One View Of Life


Flood of emotion,
Feeling filled boat,
And upon that Divine the Mariner,
In my transient vacation I need.

Transparent thought, I cherish,
As crystal as possessed vision,
And lotus abstract with Divine Bard,
With no shades of time in my heart,

I aspire, hopeless -immediate joy,
As fleeting streams of beams,
With packed rays of God-particles,
As if I have no cause of birth and death.

The immortal daughters and sons,
Are in struggle to recover,
The promised state of Brahman,
The habit born parasites,
Like roots of cancer darken the mind,
And make the body tormented hell.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013

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