Phantom Shadows In Phantom-Land Poem by Subrata Ray

In the appointed hour came,
Coordinator announced names,
Flowers and bees were seen,
Opened the velvet screen.

Audience sought love,
Each bought empty cup,
To share and bear,
The ugly and fair.

Two adolescents were seen,
With rosy hopes, and apple-green,
Behind the flash back posture,
Bony skinny grave yard wink.

Artist Beethoven and Michael Jackson,
Came and dropped by years blown,
Trance of aesthetic-wild rose to death,
The past and future Lethe –ward set.
Moon tongued music waved the wind.

King Henry VIII and Agamemnon,
Killing queen and plundering minion,
Opened back door of horror buffoon .

Socrates with glass of Hemlock executed truth,
Lincoln turned his feet to Granite root,
Vivekananda left a skeleton to human-hood,
No more are there so many –tears cultivated fruit.

Fie your kingly honor,
Fie your cowardice valor,
War, rape, and massacre,
And vain reasonings’ shower,

Cried out a Time-faced woman with her stand.
All are phantom-shadows in phantom-land.