The Unfolding Petals Of My Divine Poetess. Poem by Subrata Ray

Non has ever seen that uncovered rose,
Nor in poetry nor in prose,
That finds flash in the depth of the heart,
The divine poetess for her lover treasures the art!

Bottomless, un-fathomed is the azure land,
God by His unasked love allows to stand,
And wishes the union of the two souls,
So in Time-less time the love would roll.

Recognition of the self in each other,
Is perhaps the mandate of the Heavenly Father,
And the taste of the Infinite, in finite pilgrimage,
Would bubble in rainbow-spectra through abstract image .

May it be in some bygone births,
By the Rhine and the Ganges in this earth,
Two beings of equal will,
Had sowed the seed of love and made the deal.
And the tenor of the flow with spiritual glow,
Finds here again a new dimension,
In poetry and songs that rise a duet motions.

Ah! My poetess is crazy, breezy whirl-wind,
She crescendos in to ecstasy in my sacred shrine.
Her art is premeditated, and songs are divine,
In my sense, she is a trance, and maddening wine.