Bazi alis Subrata Ray
The Humble Liquid - Poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray
The Humble Liquid.
Lost in admiration,
In wonder-revealing awe,
My inner self got thrilled.
It was like a caged-bird's flight,
In blue-deep luminous light,
Vibrant-vibration tender delight.
O-Godot -the condensed Unconscious,
A tsunami from sense shaped urn,
The fading of the memory with a touch.
Empty yet filled, -with grand delight,
And echoing azure in un-doo red beauty,
No sense to remember, no voice to utter!
Who me was? Why and when?
Where from and where again!
No question but humble liquid!
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