The Identity Of Woman As Illusive And Divine. Poem by Subrata Ray

The live-treasure of romantic feast,
The enchanting bath of the black snake ,
The submerged volcano of the crude psychic,
Hi -mystic catcher, -hi beloved, hi wife.
The immemorial enigma for Man's gravitation,
Multi-edged attractions' power- house,
The endless mirage to tempt, impel and inspire,
The life's kitchen that from Man draws fuel,
And burns the mind, the heart, supplying fire.

You create, recreate, sustain and destroy,
You are the cause behind Kuru-khatra and Troy.
Whoever seeks sense pleasure, can never know,
The colossal Divinity buried deep in you,
The votaries that look upon you with awe and adoration,
By Your grace can go beyond the boarder of illusion