Me, Mine and I.....
To brand things I thought I owned.
The car,the house and all the the goodies that surround.
But owning anything is such a misapprehension
I am at the end left with only my soul.
What we choose to believe and lay our life's on
Is but such an illusion.
Holding life is like holding sand with all our might.
The tighter thy grip the lesser we hold.
I cannot even own the thoughts and desires held deep with in
What a catastrophe to believe that anything but me belongs to me.
A silent force marks out the course
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No matter what may be the lot
Of creatures that are human,
The end attained is ever gained
By means so strange and hidden,
We call it luck, instead of pluck,
Or fate by fairies bidden.
The human eye cannot descry
All workings of the brain;
At silent night, it gains a might
Which bears a mental train
At sunset my spirit shall sing
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Let my heart then its off'ring bring
To the Artist of sky and of field.
When my soul from its dwelling of clay,
Shall escape to that unknown sphere,
May it be at the close of the day,
When the glories of sunset appear.
.............NILADRI BHOWMIK
The atmosphere may be redolent
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Whose unconscious influence has sent
Attractive power, like magnetic pole,
Till laugh of bright eyes is contagious,
Infectious, the mirth of a smile,
And the ominous brow umbrageous,
Casts aside its lowerings vile.
This poem reminds me that the most valuable part of me is my soul. is the only part of me that is eternal. Flesh will be burned and material things left in this world. But where will my soul spend eternity?JOHN3:16
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