The Unforgettable She By Ray Subrata By Ray Subrata - Poem by Subrata Ray
How begins the bioscope,
How transparent telescope,
Casts the first budding May,
Why the heart torments none can say.
My adolescence’s she,
Comes out from magician’s bag,
Know not who my sole-self tags,
Unblemished time, spreads root.
Why the she I can’t forget,
Though so many women I meet,
In ups and down from hood to hood,
Sharing, experiencing odd and even moods.
You were tinged with your she,
And your she greeted you with good bye,
Or you get her as the bridge of mice’s ration,
But you for your she is ever thirsty
You get haunted by her commotion.
Morning- Maiden maddening miracle,
Imagination’s quenched ocean,
My he-being’s ever desired shrine,
My mundane purveyance thing.
My sex and its cyclone,
Stoops and melts into naught,
The volcano turns into melting ice,
All my fool rises into functioning wise.
A moment’s mirroring of the occult she,
Dream! Heaven! Goddess!
Sky -capped ridge,
Unmeasured slopping tunnel,
The beacon flame life’s life.
You did not make love and you married,
You are young or old or wild,
You have known the flesh of life,
You have adult awards, and wife,
Yet you have an unforgettable she,
The mystery of your completeness’s key! ! !
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