A Darling's Confession. Poem by Subrata Ray

'Something' -said she, 'More of me
In other women you may air,
Rosy cheeks, lotus-eye, and coral-lips,
With your usual eye -on your way.

The catching smiles, willing countenance,
And artful talk,
As they catch and do in the passing revels.

I would not mind, for the other wind,
Breezing in your lone in my absence,
Your indifferent oblivion for my presence,
If longs on the margin of the horizon,
I would never cry and react.
For my love liberated you to love.

No -yet, no - but! You may pause,
In your lunatic asylum, no cause I implanted,

Your privilege itself was my prerogative,
Pardon me dearest in me mingle your East and West!