Subrata Ray Poems

The look, the smile, the gesture,
Open profile of mystic lake,
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Happy to share,
The name you bear,
And the thoughts you display,
The posterity I hope,
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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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Between sleep and dream,
A red rose often flashed,
Amidst the blue-deep.
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Night is dark and blind
But you come as light
And in your face
I see an auspicious sight.
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All came,
But love did not come!
Came Fate and death,
But love did not come.
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The Ideal Virgin.

My virgin spring is all but mystic,
And casts wild look in her glamor,
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The Miracle May Happen.

There may awaken love,
From human harp,
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The Primeval Identity.

The biology demands not psychology,
The physiology needs gearing spring,
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Why do we invite sensible images,?
Images ourselves are we not?
Why do we need to declare a war,
While battles of instinct remain UN-faought.
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