Bazi alis Subrata Ray
The Psycho-Therapeutic Drama - Poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray
The bosom bloomed throat,
The sky condensed bottle,
The sea devoured needle,
Stand in queue to suck the fiddle!
Oh yes! the Mummy cries,
Egypt rises to set prizes,
The shadows in forestless void,
Live bubbles are lively laid!
The quanta boat sails,
Love is Rooded by nails,
Heaven marries the hell,
The statesmen leave Hiroshima’s tale
Roomful thoughts spoil generations,
The parrots clamor from cage to cage,
Youthful beauty demands weight.
The farmers wear cover,
The bonsais roam wild,
In houseless air dreams sprout.
The antic female willed a male,
As God wished there be light,
In shadowy desert camels fight.
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