by Prabir Gayen
All my wish, nourishment
Of my inchoate mind,
My dreams insatiable,
My hopes and the fruits of actions,
Long- standing or ephemeral,
Vice or virtue I bequeath thee o my Master!
Burn the fruit with thy mercy teeming
With benevolent eyes,
And let me sleep covered with fresh
The door of shadow with life's cogent meadow,
Buttressed by lighting of unearthly joy
Reimbursed all my arrearages,
I bow to disembark from the descant
Of life's mendacious enchantment.
A self without self allow me by thy remiss