Death is a lie
I, now, know - I shall not die
It is a 'play - the unique myriad whim of Divine.
There is no Death , -only change or transcendence
or some endless re-cycling device of re-appearance
That singular 'Player' ,step by step, descends
under the whim of that only ONE !
who himself is trapped by SELF-Design -like
where the Sun-rises,there it sets again.
That lone player designed to play ITS game
with endless mystic points of conscious move
where no one dies - and because
it is a singular Dream that never breaks 1
That you were born , - is also a Lie
you are also the descending ray and Conscious part
of that Game !
Desire to rise, - or climb beyond ?
Return to thyself and rest within
without noise or movemrnt but only contemplate .
[Trans-created today from original Bengali poem composed on 03/08/2001]
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