The Nameless Poem by Subrata Ray

The Nameless.

You came without name,
But never I asked who you were,
But in your presence, I felt and felt,
The ignition of forehead-fire.

You departed without a notice,
I took-feet, - desert, hill and ocean,
Haggard and wasted I went by,
Being tinged with your commotion.

Hey my dream-beyond impossible,
Your touch made my urn dimensionless,
I forgot the body and the shadowy waves.

Hey Nameless formless senseless Miracle! ,
How may in your poetry I hint at your tales.