In Naught’s Garden Poem by Subrata Ray

In Naught’s Garden



Both night and day are gone,
Gearing Time is stand still,
Souls rise, of the lovers,
In a disembodied bliss.

The bodies hang in empty space,
And once they were traps to catch,
Now the souls have meet their match,
In naught's garden, with graceless grace.

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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