Arpita's Call. Poem by Subrata Ray

There is a there,
Where man dares,
And woman opens window,
Love alone there can go.
The mystic whereabouts,
Drags with airy feet,
And tempest stirred sail,
When the discovered lady,
From within unfolds the coil.
The gloom of the lagoon,
Reduces into glorious light,
With advent of the other-land bride.
The strife for in-contented appetite,
And the gallop of the blind horse,
Would retire into a finished naught.