Bazi alis Subrata Ray

Veteran Poet - 1,808 Points (January / Formerly East Pahistan)

To Her Baby Ox - Poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray

Baby, as you please,
May use my three bliss,
That need stirred hang,

‘Baby’, said her lips,
‘For you I must keep,
With your mariner,
The voyage of my ship! ’

‘But sure, -qualify yourself,
As a radioactive -ox,
And besides, -to carry my box.

Baby, -go on go on,
We would sing our instincts’ song,
And if any happens to wrong,
You may slip to another’s clip,
And I would be loose to tempted throng!

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 18, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, September 19, 2011


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