Treasure Island

Bazi alis Subrata Ray

(January / Formerly East Pahistan)

No Time But You


Before inception of Time,
In a home made of love,
You dwelt in deepest abstract,
Universe and Time waited,
In their faint dreams.

Then in a playful fancy,
You commanded Time,
You commanded nourished space,
And installed light and darkness.

Your whim to feel Love of your creation,
Bestowed centripetal and centrifugal motion,
Illusion and renunciation sprouted,
Your creatures were placed amidst Fortune and Fate,
In a process of evolutions through several gates.

And now when your poet remember you,
You prove the ancient Love, never new.
Still sitting in the orbital lotus,
From the deepest Abstract you give your touch.

Submitted: Friday, January 17, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 18, 2014

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