The Sun-Blenched Fair. Poem by Subrata Ray

The moon-blenched glimmering land,
Beyond light and shed, in mind’s strand,
Flashes as super reality.

Like a mariner’s sailing to a land unknown,
With a hope-less hope of mitigation,
The desire-born suffering.

From trapped cycles, of yes and no,
From the cause-evoked logics that come and go,
The daily growth and daily mow.

Firmed negation to senses commerce,
And Time-cultivated Nature’s crops,
In rolling fading shops.

Earnestness sails fortitude,
Suffering ignites fire,
Sturdy steps dines the vagabond,
And the phantom shines in Sun –blenched fair.