The Paralytic Renaissance Poem by Subrata Ray

The Paralytic Renaissance

Down the sleepy amorous tunnel,
The bravado of the hero in me,
Fragmented in frailty -fable

You may question, but I have no ear to hear,
Upon a Tigress' breast I find my cover,
Only with the Amazon Queen, I dig my ruins.

Down and down in upland mirage ,
My time and youth stir dreams,
And I see Heaven in the fire of my pyre.

Does anyone know the subject of life, ?
Fuel and oil for cowed husband and crazy wife.