The Determinism. By Ray Subrata Poem by Subrata Ray

The Determinism. By Ray Subrata



The trio, wrapped in the seed,
An infinite with colored hybrid,
A rider gallops mead.

Image –live crops on field,
Marathon mousse mockery’s merit,
Arrogant Fool goes unheeded.

Consumptions quickly quaint quit,
Ahead to bed with threat, -a swan-song,
Stirs the air, and leaves a vacant sheet.

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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