Post more comments

Bazi alis Subrata Ray

(January / Formerly East Pahistan)

The Irony Of Metaphysical Taste.


The tubs set with dreamy faces,
In daily lore of petrol
To fuel hope, delude substance,
And suck the treasure house.

The daily magic, born of metaphysical taste,
Direct whims to shun and run the spindle,
As if the metaphysical , mantles the tenor,
Of destiny's appointed hours.

From ceaseless caverns of supernatural,
Desire-bonded desires bubble and walk,
Mischievous pranks of dialectic nature,
Recreate the gratification's passport.

Hi young proud, and punished hubris,
You both were on the same platform,
And are with the same sun, -
In course of East and the west.

Submitted: Monday, May 07, 2012
Edited: Thursday, October 11, 2012

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (The Irony Of Metaphysical Taste. by Bazi alis Subrata Ray )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Time to waste, hasmukh amathalal
  2. COPLA CINCUENTA Y OCHO: This Bad Guy World, T (no first name) Wignesan
  3. Racism Haiku, Chenou Liu
  4. Come here and say, gajanan mishra
  5. Riff on Blackbird's Causality, David McLansky
  6. York, Nassy Fesharaki
  7. Reminiscence, Shirani Rajapakse
  8. نبيذ, نزار قباني
  9. September's Mighty Winds, Captain Cur
  10. I Don't Know Why You Think, Nicolás Guillén

Poem of the Day

poet Robert Browning

After
by Robert Browning

Take the cloak from his face, and at first
Let the corpse do its worst!

How he lies in his rights of a man!
Death has done all death can.
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]