15. Deep, Deep! Water Exists Somewhere




He went on digging a well,

With his spirit valorous,

Deep, deep! For success smell,

His battle-song like divine chorus

Waxed the belief to most solid-state,

Only to such heroes, God’s emblem relate.



The water at unfathomable depth,

Still, hardest effort’s divine force,

Kept him going and he never dejectedly slept,

Far, far! soft-light’s mild source

Kept up this cloud-light’s thunderous spark,

Vow, puritan at war with the dark!



Fighting he was from God’s side,

Against devil trying belief’s downfall,

On his brave back Godhood ride,

Like an awful radiant ball,

To reach the goal, piercing earth,

And play with deepest water in mirth.



Volcanically he went,

Cleansing earth almost spiritually,

Digging, digging with back bent,

To reach water, somewhere gushing fully,

O thou free roaming soul,

For how long could escape thy goal?





16. The Music in Solitude



He just went on a long journey,

Which the soul lighted upon,

While, matter’s stern pride

Trying to stave off the fighter.



With his great heart glowing;

The living fountain of light,

Went on fighting the darkness,–

Heavenly luminary kindled this lamp!



Sacred mystry giving him safe passage,

From that bottom of appearance;

The sorrow-stricken bearance,

Aha, nobler destiny awaits somewhere!



The musical journey!

Music of word, heart and nature,

For that fountain of splendour,

Gushing heavenly at infinity’s fringe.



Traveller himself amuser and the amusee,

Such is the inward symmetry,

His rhythmic footsteps with a song,

While, divinity sways to his tune.





17. Processing of Greatness



A fluety-wail from the well of woe,

With angels playing harp softly above,

Dumb music from this most tragic tragedy,

Go on, Go on! Crown of mercy too greedy.



The tragic-saddened heart,

Where the lamp of longest pain burnt,

Its light reaching transcendental eye,

And the oil of fallacy saying smoky bye.



Aah the ways of destiny!

Who can understand its allegory?

Why doth purest affection of human soul,

Gets crushed for purest emblem of whole?



Too far is heaven’s corbel!

There sanctified souls dwell,

They sing, go to tragedy’s depth,

For, without pain’s awake, no one ever slept



Perhaps, too vivid is pleasure after a long pain;

Golden glow of morning after night’s rain,

The pure star in clearest sky,

After worst elements, now shining high.