Subrata Ray Poems

You silently came in my garden,
And bloomed as a secret flower
, Never I minded to notice your beauty,
For, your fragrance floods my bower.
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Come in my dream , hey empress,
As a fresh damasked of the prime spring.
Or as a violent eagle spreading your wings.
Fall on me like thunderbolt, and carry me aloft,
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That he-goat might have been a gay- ox,
But, for his governess he is a timid scholar,
A quivering yes-man to please the Madame,
Knowing well the daily requiem.
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When others play their lyres,
A bit of your tone I hear,
when You from Your garret sing,
I with my drooping feeling find wings,
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Give them word to chew,
Give them emotion to float,
And give them feeling to smite,
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The Romantic Treasure.

You were felt before seen,
Long, long ago before the 'first sight',
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The Dejection.

He wished to be a causeless Fool,
And only the Mandate of the Unconscious,
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The Passing Shadows And The Self.
With magnified glass and microscope,
Telescope and satellite, I have tried,
Ventured I with the wisest sayings of the wise,
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Dearest!
In some moment unknown,
In some oblique noon,
In some standstill gloom
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By the side of river Belmudri,
In the remotest loneliness of spring,
My adolescence had its privilege,
To share your lotus-bloomed wings.
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