Treasure Island

Bazi alis Subrata Ray

(January / Formerly East Pahistan)

Arpita The, -Thrilling Prize


Now I say you are a thrill,
Something beyond this prosaic deal,
A vibrant commotion swinging swung,
No form of concrete, a vacant hang

Now I say you are a miracle device,
Suspense evocation heart's prize,
Feeling's gate-way nectar rise
Tingling fountain of immortal dyes.

Now, lost in admiration, I say you are mine,
With your death I die, and with your rise I shine.

Hooked in your wings,
My being lay paralyzed,
My volcano’s rapture,
Gets creamed in ice.

You are my prize,
You are my prize,
You are my prize.

The blended light of sun, moon, and star,
Symphony sung, in muses’ tongue,
Beyond of these lights and rhythmic bar,

Now I say you are a thrill,
Something beyond this prosaic deal.
Yours is an operation in Unconscious root,
My total being simply bears your grace’ fruit.

Submitted: Friday, June 07, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 01, 2013

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