Rising From The Dream By Ray Subrata - Poem by Subrata Ray
Life seems so varied and so new,
Tender flower with morning dew,
Landscape stretched to valleys feet,
Rivers forest, hills, crowded street.
Oceans as stretching as eyes lost,
Reddish sun rising from mountain frost,
Men and women of colors and language,
Unending is the origin, unending is the phase.
The mysterious Queen on the Nature’s lap,
Changes her forms in different threaded caps,
Winter, spring, summer, rains, -the time-being faces,
Add charms, evoke grandeur, and beautify with graces.
The tender mind in boyish sports
Get tinged and ply mysterious smite,
The years slide through Time’s hand,
In habits slavery with new bands.
Joyless monotony begins to hold its sway,
No longer remain, the fresh green, and the gay.
Senses grown, plays frown, morn turns to eve,
The more they receive, the less they give.
The Nature with her own way slides,
Consuming her in mates, she ever glides,
Keeping senseless her sons and daughters,
She spoils the lives, and leads them to death’s boarder.
The foolish child, and the more foolish grown up man,
Only whines, cries, laments, and wails, and nothing he can.
His early dreams, so many ventures and coveted glory,
Remain as the dry cow-dunk, vain, pitiably vain is his story.
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