The World Of Arpita. Poem by Subrata Ray

Damsel she is,
With fresh spring of time unknown,
In her smile,
The enchanting windows are shown.

Damsel she is,
With light-winged slim figure,
Her feet, she says,
A vagrant's mystic mole bear.

Damsel she is,
With thousands islands home,
In her eyes,
The haunting dreams of love roam.

Damsel she is,
With the majesty of commanding divine,
In her symphonic voice,
The action of Time's spindle reigns.