Tushar Ray

Gold Star - 11,909 Points (October 31,1939 / Kolkata, India)

Eternal Game - Poem by Tushar Ray

What makes Thou wear these garlands
Made of fallen flowers?
So, Thou won’t have to severe the souls
Before their parting hours?

Is that why Thou linger in the shade
With dancing dews over the lawn
Looking up anxious to embrace them
When will be falling on their own

The flowers also seem utterly fearless
Being eager to fall down free
To join the bosom of Eternal Mother
Freed from their birth-mother tree

It’s solely for Thy love, Oh my beloved
That I am sure in my mind
Those flowers also are totally fearless
Never bothering to look behind
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Topic(s) of this poem: love

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 8, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 8, 2015

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