EGO
Reading edition
A Beauty that ever eludes these fleshly eyes And fingers and lips ... Ere I can catch one gleam of the starry skies The mystery slips, Leaving an empty, desolate, mocking moan In the little heart that greedily sought to hold Vast beauty within its shadowy grasp and own Elusive, starry gold! Who are you, feeble, shadow-robed elf, Striving again and again in vain to capture Wealth of the deep, the shining, ineffable rapture Which is the Self beyond self? Harindranath Chattopadhyaya.