Poetic Trauma. Poem by Subrata Ray

O Lady unravished ,
O spirit-tossed love,
O honey-oozing flower,
O the bride of my bower,
O my body’s harp.

In your poems, -
Unsaid is my name,
And my being is given life,
They read your special one,
Your thrilling pains drama,
Your moment covering trauma.


A admit darling,
All those are your healing,
Well said,
And thought well-fed.

Love is shown, -with care and feeling,
And empathy breathes the heart's sharing