Declared she at the age of twenty, <br />Hey, -me! No profit I can earn, <br />Save the whirlwinds and burns, <br />Of the rooted parasites of so many lives, <br />Yes, with my stay on Sri Ramakrishna, <br />I would erase, evacuate and wipe. <br /> <br />Subsistence, help, worldly support! <br />The emotional irony of daily deaths, <br />The borrowed learning for trickery and beguile, <br />Smile away I, for Sri Ramakrishna’s profile. <br /> <br />I would reform my mind, as the captain of the body, <br />And translate my prayers into blooming lotus, <br /> Therein, in my inner shrine, share the touch, <br />Of the aura-oriented divine universe. <br /> <br />Faith she proclaims, demands neither ‘yes’ nor ‘no’, <br />It is the calm acceptance of God’s will, as life goes. <br />And Maa Sarada, the Divine mother opens her lap to hold, <br />Yes, yes, I would go abreast with my crazy wild, and be bold. <br /> <br />I would continue the digging of my self -well, <br />Earthling the sediments of Sanaskar, till the water-level comes, <br />And then, with the opening of the timeless Unconscious, <br />I would mingle, and dissolve in Sri Ramakrishna’s touch! ! !<br /><br />Bazi alis Subrata Ray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arpita-s-vow-on-cultivating-faith-s-seed/
