The Tidal Eighteen Poem by Subrata Ray

The Tidal Eighteen

The tidal eighteen
Rose with strange feeling
The tsunami of love
The tinged glow of hope
The enchanting touch
Swayed my all being.

Imagination mingled
To whatever mind links
Beauty bloomed in things
Flight to impossible winked
With distant wings.

Falling in love to someone
Often ran within in suspense.
Haunting notice with hinted propose,
Taunted glory for would be suppose,
Adoration and infatuation of the Spring
Inprofuse gathered in sunny swings.

Perhaps those are common to a Beauty
And may happen more or less to Everyone
Life unfolds with Time, and youth is gone.

In old age, I open the written pages
Read the passages of life, and hear
A call to return in ECHOING GREEN,
The glorious abode of my earthly shrine.