I'll disintegrate. Like weightless dew. <br />In a facile manner. Soundlessly, a clairvoyance <br />Odourless, colourless, blossoming. <br />In the bosom of dense pastures essence of my being. <br /> <br />If the consciousness is washed away <br />If perception reawakens once again. <br />All this frost melting away <br />Silvery rays of the full moon of the dark night <br />If love radiates <br /> <br />In peace am I inundated <br />Towards beatitude will I proceed and <br />Within my trodden steps <br />Will ring out a profusion of creation<br /><br />CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beatitude-3/
