Love For The Beloved. Poem by Subrata Ray

Love For The Beloved.



Long before the clicking of time-clock,
When memory had no advent,
Your abstract image planted its reflection,
In the all mirrored prism of my soul.

I had many a query and musing,
On the occasional projections,
And silently condensed forms and figures,
Like the recovery of oblivious dreams.

In temple, church and caves, the same image,
The same exploration, more in wretched and outcast,
Had an impelling sway as if a drop of water holds thousand oceans,

Like the ardent cry of an widow damsel,
For a promised off-sea captain,
Or the dry-throat of a pilgrim in a desert-,
To have a peg to quench thirst,
I claim as your shadow, and murmur ever,
Oh! My unborn, ancient, eternal lover!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Aleja Bennett 17 July 2016

Awesome my friend

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Geetha Jayakumar 16 July 2013

Good poem. Well written.I enjoyed reading it. Thank you.

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Gajanan Mishra 16 July 2013

many a query and musing, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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James Mclain 16 July 2013

A tremendous amount of time you have here alluded to....iip

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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