Subrata Ray Poems

The Pervert.

The nude woman in art,
In the name of Beauty's seeker,
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Misery Of Dreams.

The adolescence sprang,
In a dreamy hang,
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Edger Allen Poe as goes with spirits of the dead,
A time-being off, from the earthly bed.
Neither star nor haven is there to cast light,
The spirits of the dead through evolution fights.
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Why Secret Sharer?

Something beyond eye and ear,
That causes no hope and fear,
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Night has her summon,
To the departing day,
As the day shelters in Night’s bosom,
Her nature needs,
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The Biggest You.

You are what, that might have been,
Free from hags and leather screen,
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The Fire.

Father of light,
Soft, violent and bright,
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You wade the river of life,
With inborn intellect and earthly strife,
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Non has ever seen that uncovered rose,
Nor in poetry nor in prose,
That finds flash in the depth of the heart,
The divine poetess for her lover treasures the art!
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Akira -of wise feeling,
This is not far from the spring,
Nor without possession of the divine Dove's wings,
Ah! The rust of the mind would no longer remain,
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