Subrata Ray Poems

The Researched Love.

Hey love! the cup
filled with poison and nectar,
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He? Yes He.

He? Yes He,
The grandest friend be,
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The Blue Wave.

You may grant my prayer.
To be ever here
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Still, I would not stop ‘stopping by the woods’,
And go beyond the farm house, somewhere,
In search of you, through your revealing new.
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A great friend of mine from Ireland,
Here in Astoria, -Kolkata stands.
His empathetic love, with water-level conscience,
Entering into thousands rooms shines.
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The Immortal Love.

It were a damsel she,
And adolescent me,
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Some salt made puppets,
Some straw-carrier- cargo,
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It was an un-starry dark,
The sun came up dim and yellowish,
The birds got numbed,
And no voice did they cherish.
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The psychic bird,
With wearied wings,
Seeks a stay to rest,
Love is the tree,
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The Soldier, -Dedicated To Shumi Reksona Parvin​

Empathy harbors in sorrows's cottage,
Fire rebels to burn out injustice,
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