The Tajmahal's Mystic Live
Rosy busy eyes from marble stones,
Shoot forth with bouncy and cry and roam.
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The Irony Of Intellect.
Nature's minion of the self-dress,
So does the intellect impress,
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In a midnight in the forest,
With my adolescent sun,
I awake, behold me around,
The melancholy faced orgasm,
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The Lotus Red.
The lotus red,
In conscience's bed,
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Bengali Version
Prama, -Dedicated To That One Who Is The Poem Itself.
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To My Dearest Husband.
Oh! the light in my Africa,
Oh! The Columbus in my America,
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The live-treasure of romantic feast,
The enchanting bath of the black snake ,
The submerged volcano of the crude psychic,
Hi -mystic catcher, -hi beloved, hi wife.
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Emancipation.
The image peeped through a somber mirror,
In the cave of my abstract heart ,
And the queen of imagination dissolved in feeling,
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Lip needs lip to feel the beep,
And to taste the shower fall in desert,
The writhing tornado mountains the hearts .
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Misery Of Dreams.
The adolescence sprang,
In a dreamy hang,
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