Bazi alis Subrata Ray (January / Formerly East Pahistan)
For your intellect,
The artist makes you,
His head bed.
As you read his art,
You wonder and share,
As you are a per-dominating link,
Within your unconscious,
Stored are the things.
The body has its plasticity,
And the artist stimulates its floor,
You discover the opening of hidden doors.
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