The Spoiled Retreat. Poem by Subrata Ray

The Spoiled Retreat.



The streams of haphazard thoughts,
Like hawks float to and fro.
Clouds from memory’s pit,
Revive and muddle the mind’s sheet.
The dumb nature though is calm,
The volatile psychic spoils the retreat.

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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