The Lurking Primeval. Poem by Subrata Ray

The day woke up with reddish sun,
And the silence broke with clamors of the birds,
The tender blooms budded from Nature's heart,
The gentle breeze rocked the standstill leaves.

Some certain uncertainty for some special one,
To be amused and to have a fun,
Waited in the cave with irresistible sequence,
And the would-be ecstasy took fancy in trance.

The pied damsel proposed to be the bride,
Gleefully stepped in her highs,
And exchanged welcome, warmth feelings.

No sooner could she feel at-ease ,
The dandy expressed his ill wish,
Forced her to drag in the dark bed,
Though she confronted the fatal fate.

Who cares! The blind fury of impulse,
Ah! The bloody libido from the wild forest!
The damsel tried, the damsel cried,
And returning to consciousness,
She stabbed herself with a poisonous bleed.

The wasted swine, with no wine,
Sought to reason out the murder of his love,
The Primeval came out from his hidden cup!