Bazi alis Subrata Ray
Sometimes - Poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray
Sometimes behind the cloud,
You hide like the invisible Sun,
Sometimes behind the horizon,
For something, your mind runs,
And sometimes after day’s toil,
Your soul rises from the coil,
And love germinates from your soil.
Sometimes like an elephant you rise above,
The street dogs barks,
And your senses never catch any envious look,
And nothing of gross tongue’s harks!
Sometimes, you see your mind suspended,
In the havoc of accident and deaths of your friends,
Or the betrayal of your long preserved faith,
Or the gay customs of paper-roses,
And the ghostly masquerades Times- orgy.
Sometimes placed in psychic-slaughter -house,
You recount your nurse, mother, and priest,
Forget to compare your fellow comrades, and forest beasts.
Sometime you question your some time’s cause,
The useless slavery to Illusion’s rose
Why you a bull, with reason’s pull,
Bear chance, and accidents’ yoke.
Sometimes finding no life’s rimes,
You patch and sum up all tour sometimes,
The faded bubbles, of your joy and troubles,
That encircles your departing rings!
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