The Enchanting Vitality. Poem by Subrata Ray

Life force, dear, -life force,
The reflection of subconscious,
Wines the winnowed mind,
And you submit and, react,
I acknowledge the fact.

Love! Fie, -it seeks battle,
Of the dormant dumb ,
And die in numbness,
On no man's land.

Who would prevent a butterfly?
For its honey's appetite, -none,
And flowers admire polygamy,
I say love is Nature's trap,
Till love makes no chemistry!

Vitality dear vitality!
Poets and artists, -who not?
With prolific vigor, are polygamous,
For deluge, floods away the banks!