The Ionized Love By Ray Subrata - Poem by Subrata Ray
I am not Othello or Hamlet,
Even nor Henry VIII,
But an absorbed infatuated lover,
I am a home bound love slave.
I have no container to hold your over flooded passion,
My poverty lacks to be equal to your draught or storm,
I am more on your grace, than my love to you,
A beggar, a servant, what not! , for naught!
I know you care me little,
I feel how you use me,
And I hear how you,
Admire me as faithful agent,
Medelona, -not I am alone,
All those apparent hubris are,
In every family the same share,
In degree Man’s fate vary,
Vitality’s battle, and flattering’s goal,
Weakness’ stooping, neither love nor the soul.
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