Dilip Kumar Roy

reproduced from overmanfoundation.org

author of Yogi Sri Krishna Prem

Sons of an intellectual age, we scan
  and weigh the heart's findings with our mental measures,
Surmising never once that no mind can
  win even a clue to the soul’s resplendent treasures.

The more we probe the more must thought mislead
  till even the meaning of our spirit’s birth
Is buried in the din of words that plead
  for the reign of trifling truths of temporal worth.

You diagnosed this fatal malady
  with an insight born of loyalty to love
And so disowned our reasoned revelry
  whose dire discord your heart could never approve.

O Reason’s elect, withal, a citizen
  of stellar climes no mind has ever trod:
Who saw your radiant Face could never again
  doubt faith’s deep power of leading back to God.

– reproduced from a sourced by fowai.org

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