Subrata Ray Poems

Your Special Some One.

Who is that some one?
Either God or none,
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Hey tragic hero,
Illusion covered hubris,
An equal to gods,
You merit suffering,
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Hail Mother Kali,
Which of your image,
Your son may guess,
To feel your incarnation.
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Who knows not,
Love is pain,
Love is suffering,
Yet love is gain.
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My vagabond since childhood did share,
Each day’s fellowship, love, quarrel and care,
With so many of echoing meadows,
The tinged grace of passing shadow.
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Loneliness Times,
Dense evening is bare,
Photons beam in the backward,
Carelessly looks vacant forward.
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Pleasing memories conscious pangs,
While we miss a friend, itself hangs.
The breathing suspense for a poke,
Waits a witless wait of sudden hope.
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Pathology and radiology both the doctor did,
An expert, numerous tests, patients were well fed.
Hemoglobin, thyroid, sugar, Cole storage, and so on,
Came out from his lab with micro observations.
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Emancipation.
The image peeped through a somber mirror,
In the cave of my abstract heart ,
And the queen of imagination dissolved in feeling,
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Lip needs lip to feel the beep,
And to taste the shower fall in desert,
The writhing tornado mountains the hearts .
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