My Birth Day Poem by Subrata Ray

Friends from different corners,
Have showered feelings and honors,
From their Love's fountain- springs,
And their divinity in my soul rings.
For their love, my gratitude turns into tears,
And I, their empathy in my heart always bear.

With Death’s passport,
On Time’s pleasure,
On 27.01.1959, morning,
God’s allotment for me,
In this island leisure,
Found a flag in this body,
And now with seasons’ cycle,
Returns the 52nd, mile stone.


I remember, their honors,
Poetess, poets, sisters and friends,
Who with their love,
Have my wanting trained.

Students who privileged me to serve,
My teachers who in me grow and become,
And my great Master, -the seven Ocean’s Divinity,
Some in body some in spirit, flash upon and come.

Some distant oasises ,
With blossoming flowers and fruits,
With profitless pleasure have laid their roots,



The destination is ahead,
The ship is at harbor,
In my body’s temple,
Or in my boat, my mariner,