Absorbed within the soul’s abyss,
Far from the clinch of time,
He’s mastering the state of bliss—
A practice so sublime.
The wind gyrates the weathercock;
A wrinkle’s on the scrim;
A chisel gouges out a rock;
But nothing hampers him.
Just like a tot who, overjoyed,
Sucks from its mother’s teat,
He’s sucks the milk of Cosmic Void
Where peace and oneness meet.
Shamik Banerjee
Shamik Banerjee is a poet and poetry reviewer from the Northeastern belt of India. He loves taking long strolls and spending time with his family. His deep affection with Solitude and Poetry provides him happiness.
