His Reflection
In my journey across the plain plateau of life,
stalled in the undulating landscape,
the course of the designated track
as ordained, I don’t lose.
The hazards on the way,
paving the path of protection,
I could follow and escape to safety,
as I walk toward the final destination.
I don’t believe in what is said
with dubious authority
that the genes control life's pace,
and the free will is the prime driver.
Configuring the essence of the motif,
designed by the supreme architect,
I feel the surge of divine ecstasy
flow with the sense of sacred fulfillment
in the stream of enlightened existence.
In the wilderness of torment
my secluded soul is not a forlorn bird ,
for I can suffuse my stifled being
with the heavenly breath,
realizing the cyclic karmic fate
of being what I’m meant to be,
that God predetermines
in a blink between life and death.
Released from the fold of sense-response
my anguished mind ever content,
lies still in meditative tranquility
of devout mindfulness of piety.
At the end of the mortal dark tunnel
I find the guiding light of godly galaxy,
where the devoted life reaches
the stratum of consciousness.
I travel within through the corridor of agony
to the boundless sea of bliss,
where I swim sanctified
with my soul floating free
on the crest of spiritual wave.
I see the serene shore of nirvana
waiting beyond the crashing tides of time
as my ultimate abode.
Blessed, and illumined by divine radiance
I perceive in the shadow of qualm
the reflection of His benevolence within me.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2025
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