Bazi alis Subrata Ray

Silver Star - 4,476 Points (January / Formerly East Pahistan)

Mending The Self For Love. By Ray Subrata - Poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray

I could not love you dearest,
For I could not know my morbid mind,
With your presence, I sought, purgative,

Of my stirred senses’ hounds.

Had it been so, I were a widow,
With no care –takers, as I take privilege,
Of the crumbling, crawling, daily mirage.
The evacuation of cavern-full smokes.

Would you kindly wait dearest,
A century more, in this seven seas gate
With your boat here?
Would you let me undress,
The residue of scorpions,
And be bare to give you weightage.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 4, 2011

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