Ensconced within the vision is a mystic mystic rhythm resembling <br />Silken threads, at peace, detached <br />Whose sonorous voice remains unmanifested <br /> <br />At times it is freed after a prolonged wait <br />At other times its rendering is an inevitability <br /> <br />Again on other occasions its loosened fur <br /> arises to dance like lightning <br />The whole of creation then descends like a mass <br /> of clouds. Its supernatural <br />In the Universe then only duality is in solitude <br /> <br />Amidst this solitude I'd love to be stuck by lightning <br />amidst this solitude having loved I weep<br /><br />CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-rooma/
