Bazi alis Subrata Ray
The Time -Equal Rime. - Poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray
Since my prime, I have naked rime
I have seen the ravages of time.
The roses I guess, and embrace,
Are the crescent of wakening May,
The red I feed, the money I mead,
I allow no yellow in my deed.
They say me, a time -equal,
And I admit I hate dress and cover,
I am both a saint and deliberate bobber.
You may see my profile in the western beach,
As the mermaid clamor when the sun is reddish,
And the green sea dances to relish.
Do I need to make you understand?
I am not a lady Macbeth, nor a Cleopatra's band,
And I have dropped Macbeth in oblivion's pond.
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