Subrata Ray Poems

The Mystery Of Word.

Word is the subtlest Brahman by its worth,
Its bud begins to unfold since the birth.
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The Unabridged Treaty.

If you forger a-while,
If compulsion comes as cover,
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Title: In So Many Faces I Seek Love.

So then you are my friend,
Another-island spark,
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I bear the tenor of fourteen generations' fools,
Twelve forefathers, father and my own tool,
Eccentric by principles and faith we were,
And save our humble needs, we sought never.
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Those days of struggle and untold effusions are gone. The shelter under parental paradise is no more. The black reasons seconded by hubris has eaten away the perennial spring.
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The day woke up with reddish sun,
And the silence broke with clamors of the birds,
The tender blooms budded from Nature's heart,
The gentle breeze rocked the standstill leaves.
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The Probable Solution.

Ok dear the screen is ever green,
The invisible in visible is often seen,
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The Thrilling Advent!

What a joy!
The romantic damsel,
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Theresa Andres Hermita.

Consciously unconscious,
You do activate, radioactive touch,
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My Ex-Staffs.

All my husbands,
Nightly minions,
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