Bazi alis Subrata Ray

Silver Star - 4,326 Points (January / Formerly East Pahistan)

The Abstract Identity. - Poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray

Some one writes a novel,
Some one a play,
Some one potters an image,
Molding a lump of clay.

Some one weaves a tapestry,
Some one paints a canvas,
Some one sculptors live impression,
Installing psychic touch.

Someone, someone, someone,
As inmates of nature and the sun,
Takes part in some great One's fun.

Image wrapped ideas take birth,
And with life and sense act on earth,
For nothing wrong and right, -fight,
From the darkness they come,
After allotted hours in darkness glide.

Comments about The Abstract Identity. by Bazi alis Subrata Ray

  • Gajanan Mishra (2/3/2013 9:47:00 AM)

    And with life and sense act on earth. good write. thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 3, 2013

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