The Clarion Call. Poem by Subrata Ray

The Clarion Call.

Some One rimes a poem,
And whispers a distant voice,
I feel it as pseudo sensitive case,

The revealing faces in passing gallery,
As quanta -bubbles from a mystic urn,
Some One I feel pipes a fun.

The age-long granny wheels,
Hand-loom to water her tapestry
Some One I feel, -plays a mystery.

A spell dragged out of feeling of the feel,
Administers the Home of Peace,
Some One I feel from Unconscious revives.,