The Sleep In Wild-Bed. Poem by Subrata Ray

Dear tinged -glow bride,
Wonder -evoking you write,
With the nectar of love,
And explain the dipped commotion,
That sleeps in wild-bed,
On saturated island of mutual share,

Before seeing you, love is done,
Before the dawn, seen is the sun,
And feeling, heralds the garland,
And before touch, the nudes lyre,
Before ignition, volcano springs fire.

Ten trillion -years, and blessed- now,
My love, -wicks the seven-colored flame,
With regenerations of body, and name,
And azure -fusions in vitality's duel,
Burns and get exhausted with life's fuel.