Her Nectar Bloom Come By Poem by Subrata Ray

She came again and again,
She came even in the night,
To spread her heart through,
And through, over my plight,

She laid her eye sight upon my shadow,
And cast her feelings, through out the meadow,
She sent her echoing feet, as I traveled wearied,
In my fatigue, she stirred in me her Arabian. steed.

In my deserted blinds, while like an waif I cry,
Or in a moaned face, deprived of all grace, I lie,
With flood of hugs, kisses bloom, she comes by.