To My Dearest Husband. Poem by Subrata Ray

To My Dearest Husband.

Oh! the light in my Africa,
Oh! The Columbus in my America,
Oh! The Caesar in my Egypt,
You are, I proclaim, my grandest gift.

You are the furrow in my azure garden,
You quench my volcano by metabolic fluid,
And harrow my defused passions to equilibrium,
You remake my every wild and solve my sum.

Hello my Arabian hoarse!
Hello my gallant Atlas!
Hello my magical musician!
With your hug my hungry night,
Consumes the warmth of the sun,
And the untraveled land is ridden,
The heavy wait of desire is lighted,
And my dumb violin rises into crescendo.

Oh! My treasure Island, -my husband!
All my effusions and sensual dreams,
You control, and roll, by part by part the whole,
And you ever remain salve to my pleasure,
How I how you! I know not the measure.