Ray Subrata Ray

Rookie (27.01.1959 / Nator Bengladesh)

Rose - Poem by Ray Subrata Ray

Beauty Divine,
An amber of thine,
Beauteous beauty o Rose,
You turn us from dull prose.
Our vain seasonings fail,
Our ego of possession go to Jail,

Feeling saturates,
The eye finds rest,
Love flourishes in new province,

O Rose, -you tease us,
Else where from our march,
Oh! you the signal of abstract truth!

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 16, 2011

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