Ray Subrata Ray

Rookie (27.01.1959 / Nator Bengladesh)

A Propose By Ray Subrata - Poem by Ray Subrata Ray

I do not know what love is,
What I have felt it is a bliss,
It is beauty divine, and twine,
A pitiable hero with a pathetic heroine

I do not know the merit of love,
What I guess is a miraculous prize,
A fool with its touch turns wise.

I do not know how far materially love values,
But my mind confirms that it opens all clues,

An ever green oasis is love,
A crystalline lake to bathe,
A magic fruit to eat and nourish,
A mirror that keeps us fresh.

Each here on other’s boat,
Stands, the coveted mariner,
Topsy turvy may be the sea,
No risk there to reach the harbor

Our ships would
Therefore, out do
Where no mariner,
Ever tried to sail,
The bourne of,
Earth and heaven,
And Time’s warning bell.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 19, 2011



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