Treasure Island

Bazi alis Subrata Ray

(January / Formerly East Pahistan)

For Her Virtue, -Jan Mike Schwartz.


The passages journey causes little,
As, save love and service, all seem futile,
So ruddering the eye to Creator's flag,
In all well and owe you are smug.

Your dedication to fatal cancer,
Where very few dare to find an answer,
Speaks of your love to the Mankind,
And you sail your boat with divine wind.

Hi dear Jan, -when in us rises the divine sun,
Then, only then, the transparent vision evolves,
And benedictions from God command,
In this shadowy body, the will of the Lord stands.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 19, 2013

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