Bazi alis Subrata Ray
A Draught Of Nectar From Lotus Feet.
I cry for you darling,
I suffer from your spell,
I fail! .
Perhaps you are my ocean,
Limbs scattered commotion,
My imagination’s flashy lake.
My each will sails,
Sky and space,
My nights and days,
Wave the Time goodbye,
Search I, whine I and go by.
Awaken, rise you hand, and bless,
Immortal I am, but disease based.
I feel your miracle,
And myself miracle can’t be,
So many fossils, burdens’ tenor,
And dry dreary cycles, -I bear,
For a draught of nectar from your lotus feet.
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