Done or undone, what may it be,
Birth for death or death for birth,
The time-being acquaintance with earth,
Or departure somewhere above reason,
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Some twenty eightyears hence,
You had been a teen of 18-years then,
You flourished as a bride,
To be a life partner to ride,
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The Tidal Eighteen
The tidal eighteen
Rose with strange feeling
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Mute Lord.
You are dumb.
And your art is like you,
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My Mystic Darling.
My divine Darling is somewhat enchantress,
Igniting love's flame, she leaves without trace,
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My Falling In Love.
Never knew, what Love was
A magic induction, without touch
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A Modern Lady With The Lamp, Didicated To Teresa Zlotorzynski. Poet Subrata Ray India.
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The Dream Of Dream Landed Witch And Ghost.
It was winter night
The coldest day of December,
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From The Kneaded Dough.
The Sri Guru implied to go and go
And knead a malleable dough
Of body mind and thought
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