Bazi alis Subrata Ray
The Gay Of The May. - Poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray
Flowers in the plots of the fields,
Peep with rosy smiles,
Scattered bees here and there hum,
Slide, glide, and get benumbed.
The azure spring, let loose its wings,
And boats of dreams find breeze,
Crazy wills emit unreeled,
And the hidden chemistry winks.
Boys and girls, bales and guys,
Undressing moral shies,
Rise into the banquet of the May,
Wearing attire, of romance and fair,
They take hold the prime of their gay.
The fleeting time sets with rime,
And the subconscious is stirred,
Profuse awakening for moment's shining,
Lead them to exchange their cups.
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