Subrata Ray Poems

Hey tragic hero,
Illusion covered hubris,
An equal to gods,
You merit suffering,
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Hail Mother Kali,
Which of your image,
Your son may guess,
To feel your incarnation.
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Who knows not,
Love is pain,
Love is suffering,
Yet love is gain.
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My vagabond since childhood did share,
Each day’s fellowship, love, quarrel and care,
With so many of echoing meadows,
The tinged grace of passing shadow.
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Loneliness Times,
Dense evening is bare,
Photons beam in the backward,
Carelessly looks vacant forward.
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Pleasing memories conscious pangs,
While we miss a friend, itself hangs.
The breathing suspense for a poke,
Waits a witless wait of sudden hope.
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Pathology and radiology both the doctor did,
An expert, numerous tests, patients were well fed.
Hemoglobin, thyroid, sugar, Cole storage, and so on,
Came out from his lab with micro observations.
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Both night and day are gone,
Gearing Time is stand still,
Souls rise, of the lovers,
In a disembodied bliss.
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In the appointed hour came,
Coordinator announced names,
Flowers and bees were seen,
Opened the velvet screen.
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In echoing green,
In your shrine,
My love silences light,
The nights fade into naught,
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