Subrata Ray Poems

The trio, wrapped in the seed,
An infinite with colored hybrid,
A rider gallops mead.
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Thought feeling and sense,
Seek entrance.
With image and idea divine.
Through word, they reflect and shine.
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The girl is another,
The girl is darling,
Mother she could be,
But never a mother’s thrilling!
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The table, utensil and the cook,
The suits and the company book,
Go and mow with hunger’s show!
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The daily dolls rise and fall
And the saga continues.
No feeling, no healing,
consumptions and abuse.
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What a love!
What a love!
What a love!
Tsunami flooding human harp.
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Hey you, -reflector!
In my form, in my sense.
In ebb and tide of divine sea.
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He, you and I,

You are in love with Him,
I am in love with Him,
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Our pictures of thoughts speak of the station of our mind,
With sights and sounds of nature the soul its outlets finds.
My sister Aimee blesses my sight,
With azure blue a lark's flight.
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I remember our first love,
Breathing suspense for your face,
Staring vacant for miraculous feast,
Sending goodbye to troubling eye –lids.
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