POESY

POESY

1)

Rootless one remains when parents go.

How few can strike roots in the Self !

Hapless ones in a hopeless world,

Drifting on the sea of delusion.

Composed by Sugata Bose

POESY

2)

Humility is not an act.

It is a state of being.

It doth not show in verbal terms.

It's a fragrance free that spreads.

The showy humble are the least of it,

The unconscious ones are humble.

Composed by Sugata Bose