The Waiting For The Godot Poem by Subrata Ray

The Waiting For The Godot.

It was an uncertain wait,
Anguish set boiling vase,
It denied history, defied geography,
It forwarded its tears through poetry.
It was supernatural cult for mystic legacy.

Habit on oath,
Mind and body both,
Surge of the urge,
To wash off death and birth,
More of Heaven and seas seven,
It is the grotesque from Unified-field!

Lingering line from possessed-Will,
It comes as the Initiation to break the seal,
To be non-conducted by touching conductor.

Ah! Godot be availed,
Echoing abstract sounds the bell,
Lo! in the soul's sky, the Soul sails,
No certitude! But Godot be availed.