Mistress All Well By Ray Subrata - Poem by Subrata Ray
Mistress all well is a demanded she,
Spoon, screw diver, and even a big he,
Swarm and warm around,
Slavery, mockery, trickery found.
Drought and flood,
Inert and blue blood,
Tempered twisted turned,
In her composite and treasured fund.
She had given fifteen years to learn the art,
Since the servant maid of thirteen, she had the start.
With the death of her father,
Elopement of her mother,
The widow land lady,
In between light and shady,
Taught her to create a selling heart,
And to rise the occasion, in every part.
Mr. Gay Spirit Seeker,
The first hook –looker,
By his profession was a broker.
In his leisure,
He honeyed pleasure,
And promised a soon-boon.
The rosy breezy girl,
Was discovered as a pearl,
And a distant flight she was given.
From glowworm to star,
Near, middle and far,
With copious deals,
And lump sum bill,
Her art fortunated to glory,
The days shared story after story.
For her hooking,
Waited the booking,
In the continental hotel.
Youth was flowing,
Age was growing,
Her instauration was puzzling her.
Future years security,
With economic surety,
But a sudden sadness for naught,
What for she had life long fought! ! !
Miss All Well,
Heard the echoing bell,
And thought how a bathing river she turned to be,
Survivals are fittest,
Perhaps a theory best,
Burning, running, corrupting, but no rest.
To all she was well,
For her body’s cell,
But what else to her was open?
Nay nay replied her soul,
Within home and without the same goal,
For woman are made to please man,
What more than in society a woman can! ! !
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