Bazi alis Subrata Ray
Bazi alis Subrata Ray Poems
|801.||You, - The Enigma.-Dedicated To Carol Kate Chard-Hargett?||8/2/2013|
|803.||Your Fake Love And My Insanity||5/31/2011|
|805.||Your Lines On My Face, -To My Divine Darling. By Ray Subrata||9/18/2011|
|806.||Your Mute Reflects In My Dumb.||3/5/2011|
|807.||Your Rosy Love’s Wounds Set Me Cry.||3/5/2011|
|808.||Your Special Some One||3/5/2011|
|809.||Your Unconditional Love.||10/24/2011|
True Education’s Prize.
Do you think? ‘I don’t deserve!
I have stung ministers and big brothers,
In my art evoking body’s harp,
Yes, yes, I do deserve!
Since the days of university,
My geography creates history,
Under my cover I hold romantic stories,
Why heart? But witty beguile,
Ah! Yes I have stamps and seals,
I stand gate-way for so many deals,
I can speak fluent,
From moment to moment I can bend,
Fairy honey-pigs I can arrange,
I myself a poetry with grapes and orange.
Be not jealous and envious of my fame,
I am a step for their democratic ...
No change shared she,
Spring passed like wave,
Rains flood had no impact,
Autumns though set on her body,
And winter’s cold, proved bold,
Ever young, though without old.
I am hers and she is mine,
Nature and Time never shine,