Arpita, -The Tinged Glow Poem by Subrata Ray

My adolescent poet was random,
And it needed a poetess -divine,
Who with placid moon, -in shining vale,
Could give live the rudderless sail.
A commotion of poetic frenzy,

My vagabond's assumed love,
Cried, and cried in wilderness,
In the painted vacant, or accustomed cells,
Of pigeon-pair, or cross-bone rails,
Or in a feather-bed with vampire's nails.

The panoramic hope with sliding glob,
Had no cause to have an enhanced stay,
My poet's toll, rolls and rolls,
To have a shelter of opening sky.

An image of beauty Arpita by name,
As Heaven's bliss, abruptly came,
And functioned as poetess divine,
In all my poetry her divine love shines.