Subrata Ray Poems

Your soul is by nature immortal divine,
The dusts may cover that but can't ruin.
The cheeky plucky desire's disease,
For the time-being the glow may decrease.
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A gift from a friend's heart,
Remains as a part,
/And proves a new start.
/Of gardening the abstract,
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Two breads and one loincloth,
And the nature with air and stream,
Are enough for your vagabond pilgrim!
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The bridge of joy,
On which the souls share,
Friendship is such a stay,
That true friends bear.
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Children And Their Immortal Shelter, -To My Divine Sisters And Brothers.

Go on go on with sense’s slaughter,
Of your biological parasites,
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Phantasmagoria.

Neither denial, nor acceptance,
Still nor of reflection's tress,
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They say for the weak and the wretched,
Your grace is always there.
Those who have a complete submission
To You, You take them care.
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Muddy boggy desire's tale,
Polluted-thoughts, ego-bound jail,
Murky blinds, peep and shine,
Cycles to cycles, convulsion runs.
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The nature Divine,
Has her face, more in woman-race,
And therein She mirrors her beauteous grace.
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Divine Procession Of Spirit.
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