THE VOICE OF ETERNITY
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 5th October 2020, 22.56 hours)
The silent speech in the smile of the sublime Vast,
The Earth is speechless in her deistic delight in blossoms of beatific mirth;
Flowers are soil’s delicacy lisping lullaby to the sleeping mass,
Man has to rise from his self-made stupor of the stupid artefact.
Since long the Brown’s quest to meet the query of the Blue,
The Heaven’s felicity eager to shower its enthralling frost-moist dew,
An empyrean ecstasy looms behind the nether abysmal dark,
The Creation is cradled in the arms of an angelic exalted Birth.
The spirit of an amorous elegance is aired in the breeze,
The skyless height meets the soil in a seraphic compromise;
The oceanic depth declares the deific dawn of the new nuance,
An elysian opalescence shimmers behind the unearthly romance.
The twilight touch trembles behind the woodland green,
The moon-clad glamour and the sun-wrapt wonder are to be seen;
The mortal mind can never fathom deep into its mystic significance,
The azure speaks to the azure in the azure vast.
The reign of the rapture is in the rise in the rivulets’ roar,
The mountain’s marvel unveils rhapsody of the forgotten yore;
The distant horizon harvests the seeds of the new divine birth;
A puissant poignancy is poised in passion’s purest heart.
The thunderous clouds touch the untouched heights of the trenchant trance,
The highest ascetic revelation descends upon the darkest nescience;
The sacred strings of Love unites all in an all-embracing clasp,
All “I-ness” lost and forgotten in the greatest “We-ness” grasp.
Nature rules over Creation for eternity, never try to teach lessons to Her,
You are the most insignificant creature, so do never interfere;
Be a part of the Love which binds each and every soul,
Else you will nowhere upon Earth, do not forget the Supreme Goal.
(Published in Speaking Tree of Times of India)