Bazi alis Subrata Ray
Bazi alis Subrata Ray Poems
|801.||You Enjoy Your Spring Upon Me!||9/30/2011|
|802.||You, - The Enigma.-Dedicated To Carol Kate Chard-Hargett?||8/2/2013|
|804.||Your Fake Love And My Insanity||5/31/2011|
|806.||Your Lines On My Face, -To My Divine Darling. By Ray Subrata||9/18/2011|
|807.||Your Mute Reflects In My Dumb.||3/5/2011|
|808.||Your Rosy Love’s Wounds Set Me Cry.||3/5/2011|
|809.||Your Special Some One||3/5/2011|
|810.||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 ...
O me! o me! o my dearest,
The greater, the sublimer, -the best,
A thank from you,
Though old, yet ever new,
It is the envoy of your spirited part,
A journey of voice from purest heart.
It shares God’s radiant ray,
From the Vast Unconscious to this mundane bay,