Galactic
Saved by the fire eternal, driven by the force primal
I dance to the tune of my divine calling in a psychedelic trance,
Reborn by the jaded poetic, awakened by the power Noetic
The ghost of evolution and the spirit of revolution cleanse my solemn stance.
Though I’m chased by the army of desperation,
Patience, I hear…... from the ancient of aspirations.
Far away from darkness, in this sublime hour of meditation,
I fly-sink summarily, into the warmth of the blessed revelation.
From the mouths of silence,
The whisper prophesizes the grand of epic,
And by the union of Earth and Sky, in a celestial high
And I’m forever in harmony with the galactic.
(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.
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