Subrata Ray

Rookie (27.01.1959 / Nator, Rajsahi, Bengladesh)

Men Are Slaves To Women. By Ray Subrata - Poem by Subrata Ray

Oddity, -my Darling,
Psycho my Mistress,
Adulteress my Passion,
Romance my Goddess,
Thou are my rivers.

My bath with thee, in reality and dream,
Suck away, deprecate, my life’s cream.

My libido dances with thy wink,
My I time to time in you sink.
My sprouting instincts anchor links.

The world dances with your brim,
Live, fight, die with your screams.

Rainbow blooms at your sight,
Dumb sensory –tidal deluge,
Seek home in blacksmith’s craft.

His drama, your poetry, my story,
Slave to sculptor your mystery’s glory.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 22, 2010

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