Love Is In Occult’s Hand - Poem by Subrata Ray
With her usual notion,
Quotes from Rummy’s line,
As love is ever fine.
Between husband and wife,
Comes a sharpened knife,
That keeps an un -bridgeable gap,
And there an Occult-hand finds a map.
Kenneth the intruder, with his joke.,
Joyfully jocundly, pokes his nose.
Subrata Ray The third person's hand,
Our God has ever grant ,
For he or she the is the lake,
Where the mind swims, and baths in take.
Kenneth Holmes Yes, a person wrapped up in himself,
Is a small parcel, of his self well,
Loneliness causes isolating,
Love ignites life’s motion.
Butterfly: My feelings agrees with my love’s reunion,
And the dreams spark from my own vision.
Subrata Ray The fountain of love comes from God,
Woman for man peeps through the Lord,
He enjoys, becoming one with us,
And all our love is His romantic fuss.
Subrata, God alone is not enough
To live only with God is very tough
To expand our mind, and soul
We must set in God’s creation our goal.
Butterfly: There are different stations of one’s outlook,
Men and women are God’s greatest books.
To read each other they make a pair,
And make life fruitful in life’s fair.
God sends us giving thousands visions,
But beneath this, our conscience, is God's notion.
He buds and grows with us,
And we always share His touch.
You King's son, you have no want to beg,
You have no fear, no cause to turn into rag.
Your evil habits, cover you with ego,
You have only friend, but no foe.
Oh you mean god is really big buddy?
He is the only subject of love’s study.
I agree god gave us a conscience much,
But I never believe in God’s touch.
If you admit conscience, given by God,
Surely that is the touch, you can’t say not.
O my dear friend,
Listen to my strain,
Love is not easy thing,
People falsify, and suffering they bring.
In suffering blossoms, love’s benediction,
Service, sacrifice, emptied, then a station.
In such a life when devotion gets bedewed,
The flower of love blossoms in hearts’ weed.
This love remains for man’s redemption.
Time finds here its coveted salutation.
Yes yes, love is life’s ever soothing bliss,
Woman is love, you may take it please.
Subrata: Women is illusion and the same time Divine,
Mother, sister, wife, and life’s origin.
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