The Romantic Cyclone. Poem by Subrata Ray

The Romantic Cyclone.



The Willow winking of your of your maiden's wink,
Wizards the mystic of my green waiting,
And took out my nowhere with maddening.

Time forgot to seal its impressions,
And senses converged into the flux of your image,
The fermented mind hang in restless guess.

The visual presence of all memory just got a standby,
No measure but you, demanded my dream,
Where vanished all barriers of low and high.

Whether the reddish arrow of Monalisa,
Or drinks from Chalice or possession of Touch-stone,
But I go a-haunted with your Romantic Cyclone.

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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