Subrata Ray Poems

You urged me to say,
The white story of love,
With its fading colors,
And where and nowhere,
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There is a there,
Where man dares,
And woman opens window,
Love alone there can go.
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Dear Beauty of my live-prime,
I pledge here my endless rime
I wish your touch as infinitely much,
As condensed quanta of seven oceans.
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The Equal In Love.

Open the door,
And let me in,
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The Triumph Of Flattery!

The grass is yellow,
Yet they say green,
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The fragrance you gave left,
To me is a live.
No flower can produce
Such the madness,
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Jan Mielke Schwartz, -The Lover Of The Mankind.

Someones with the grace of God are so meek and gentle,
That the poets feel blessed to compose their tales.
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You silently came in my garden,
And bloomed as a secret flower
, Never I minded to notice your beauty,
For, your fragrance floods my bower.
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Come in my dream , hey empress,
As a fresh damasked of the prime spring.
Or as a violent eagle spreading your wings.
Fall on me like thunderbolt, and carry me aloft,
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That he-goat might have been a gay- ox,
But, for his governess he is a timid scholar,
A quivering yes-man to please the Madame,
Knowing well the daily requiem.
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