Bazi alis Subrata Ray

Silver Star - 4,324 Points (January / Formerly East Pahistan)

The Broken Glass . - Poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray

Alone I was,
And wished,
To have a mate,
Said the nasty street,
With her faceless face.

An anchor assumed he,
As imagination equals me,
And now in the street,
With sparrow, and wolf,
My mates, - rate and taste,
Me and the fire of my book

In the evening rises the sun,
As the night grows my day starts,
The cock and hen, bear squirrel,
Replace with blue and red light.

My mirror, reflects broken shadows,
Of a whole African -forest, like ghosts,
Of stamp-less ages, that seek dens,
And my God, I think is still with them!

My days and fate are for dates,
Still this vehicle sounds well,
And wilds the drivers’ frenzy,
A sail of ecstasy of no man’s land!

Comments about The Broken Glass . by Bazi alis Subrata Ray

  • Ray Subrata Ray (10/27/2011 10:17:00 AM)

    Thank you Romeo,
    For your appreciation of my poem. I feel inspired, and I am moved with your inspiration. I write in American poems, and also in the Face Book.
    You are ever welcome, -looking forward,
    With love, and blessings,
    Truly yours,
    Subrata Ray
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  • Romeo Della Valle (10/23/2011 3:34:00 PM)

    Amazing! A fantastic write filled with rich imagery and fine texture, Bazi! Your great poetic talent is so clearly shown through this well penned and poignant write that you must keep it up! 10+++ Well deserved! I honestly like your strength and potential shown in this fantastic, rich in imagery and fine texture write! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 18, 2011

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