A Sonnet On The Bauls Of Bengal Poem by Santanu Banerjee

Beneath the Banyan boughs, the Baul sings clear,
A song of soul and sky, of earth and air.
His heart, a vessel for the mystic prayer,
With every breath, he brings the heavens near.

The body is the world, both wide and small,
A temple where the universe unfold.
In hidden rites, the spirit's truth is told,
As flesh and mind transcend their earthly thrall.

He seeks the secret in the self's own core,
Where stars are spun within the veins of man.
The cosmos in the pulse of life began,
And all is one—no need to search for more.

In melodies, he weaves the unseen thread,
His soul set free, unbound by joy or dread.