Ray Subrata Ray (27.01.1959 / Nator Bengladesh)
A lady’s response to her Lover’s letter by Ray Subrata
Your great book has remained un-read,
I have seen just its cover, and am moved,
Perhaps there in the alphabets, some letters,
Vowels and semi-vowels for sentences’ chemistry,
And me is there, I feel, with my conviction.
You may take for granted as my falling in you,
My floating, swimming, dipping, in your lake.
All my efforts would be a vain attempt,
As I find no wish-words to display,
To show as how I wish you, and how!
My infatuation in its abstract gets stirred,
It bubbles to burst into and dissolve,
And yet I confess, I could not read your book.
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