A Single Rose Without Mirage. Poem by Subrata Ray

Ah! A single rose ousts the dull prose
And connects to beauty where love blooms,
and evades the morbid gloom.

An inborn heart of wide –wide, but lofty nature she had,
Where sharing feeling dug the well to collect sorrow,
Conscious empathy she was and would be, beyond the morrow.

Opens and drops, opens and drops, the leaves of her tree,
The hidden recesses of duties and service,
All follow the gross senses’ call, and make face as passing beguile!

Hi your poet feels, -you were not born for common course,
Your humane-love had invited flatterers and unwanted foes.
All these were bliss, to have a kiss from the divine,
For the Potter makes your pot, and pours there nectarus wine.

The plotting of the ironies, have migrated you from eye-feasting garden,
And you are kept in a vase of Mother’s grace,
Your lonely tree –is ever free, and you are a single rose, without mirage!