Lost hath thineself in this knowledge, so vast

Made up thy mind, tis’ doom’s disgrace;

O Lord, how doth love maketh mine scrutiny last.

Sworn in ye name, gets thou path to trace.

I moved and moved but little did find;

Judgeth thy people of infinite thought;

What vibrant it was and how lovely tis’ kind.

All in peace, but beeth selfish, they fought.

I loosest mine self amid heartless despair;

Vice of ignorance for ages untold;

O Lord, for knoweth, now answer thy prayer.

Another night thou seest a holy glow of gold.

Good light merely sounded, “Love thyself, Love thy

men, and Love thy God”

That’s how ye reside in an eternal abode.

                                                                                    ~Ritabrata Ghosh

                                                                                            Siliguri, India