Subrata Ray Poems

The cloud-covered images hang,
Imaginations tinge and fade and tinge,
And relate to matter in thousands rings.
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Me! what for, but you,
Live with open-handed approval,
As I do with Nature's benedictions,
Inhaling air, drinking water, and so on,
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My Lord
You have proclaimed
Faith for us,
The submission of the self,
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Poetry is bubbles of images,
As faces come and go,
The poets are arrowed by Cupid,
Or God's glorious glow.
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The fresh shower from land of love,
If once makes your lease monsoon,
And by miraculous device stirs tsunami,
Your memory's home would dissolve into water,
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15th July 1981, retains a silent event,
And through the cycles of years grows the seed,
Now the youthful tree, produces mead,
And pours the trillion poetic -goblets.
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With the departure of all affirmations,
Fake reality of weather -mirage,
The intended, he, she, and it,
And experiences of undeserved negations,
You turn a free desert!
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My Blue Butterfly.

Down and down,
Through the chasm,
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Dearest, - the glimpse of my discovered soul’s anchor,
You are not the maiden beauty of flesh and blood,
But, -a transparent lake of fresh bath, of my aching heart,
Earthly radioactive plus, and divine grain’s flux!
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The damsel Sale Roll,
Wished a hound -sprang panther,
She took him under.
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