Subrata Ray

Rookie (27.01.1959 / Nator, Rajsahi, Bengladesh)

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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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010

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