Myself To Myself: Dedicated To Vashkar Sen Sharma. Poem by Subrata Ray

Myself To Myself: Dedicated to Vashkar Sen Sharma.

Flow flow flow,
With Tinged Glow
From earth to Heaven,
And be the Mariner,
In life's tposy Turvy Sea.

Manifest from earthly Vase,
By struggle of purity with God's grace,
And undaunted Manliness.

Let The growing and becoming be the Mission ,
From budding youth to every hood,
Rejecting artificial values ,
Material goods.

Life is a chance to know the self,
Name, fame wealth , are but elves,
For, revelation of the Soul,
Is ever the earnest Goal,

In Ocean of Sorrows,
Never borrow,
The the products of Desire,
Ignite within, to burn out,
The Parasites, by Divine Fire.

Consider the Pangs and Pathos,
For the dearest ones,
As the passing Funs,
In the Illusory Wheel,
For, in earthly life, we have a Divine TALE.

In our Timeless Identity ,
We are in Time ,
And rampant with,
Desire's Fruits, remain gay,
Sing and dance with Instincts' Rime.


The Truth and Besuty,
Bestow nonattached, joy and Love,
For the Soul within,
Is a Nactarous Cup,
And when the Mind mingles with it,
In Earth we find, Heavenly Retreat.