Spectrum in the Prism

~Tapas Sarkar

If a man cannot conquer love, the bound sense, many people praise of, 

If a life cannot count the loss of many known faces, the once existence,

Then, how is the pain painful?

How is the love necessarily beautiful? 

O, Dear foolish brain, 

What a victory you are running after!

What a desire! You are hypothalamus monger;

If a man cannot conquer love, the ultimate truth, many people eulogize of,

If a life cannot be legitimate all time in womb, the universal pregnancy,

Then, how is the truth truthful?

How is the innocence innocent? 

O, Dear comatose heart,

What a justice you are abiding by!

What a blood! You are baptized leech;

If a man cannot conquer love, the holy gift, many people glorify of,

If a life cannot be affine in the affinities, the one creation, 

Then, how is the hymn Dharma?

How is the faith believably the God? 

O, Dear pungent soul, 

What a paradise you are longing for! 

What a lament! You are born sufferer;

O, Dear Brain. O, Dear, Mind, O, Dear Soul.

You forget not 

That sinking in the pain of love is the better than the wounds in war,

Glowing like a firefly is wiser than the burning flame of bushes,

Becoming the spectrum in the prism is meaningful than the flying ashes.