Emancipation. Poem by Subrata Ray

Emancipation.



Emancipation.
The image peeped through a somber mirror,
In the cave of my abstract heart ,
And the queen of imagination dissolved in feeling,
Dumb but murmur us with remotest healing.

Lost in admiration, I stood benumbed,
And got escaped into psychic-whirlwind,
Senses between 6th and 8th dimension,
Rolled and tolled my mundane ruin.

Amidst that third Eye's visibility,
The Face of my Dearest sprang,
With glory garland of impossible measure,
In my neck, in my Being She hang.

Monday, February 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: mystic
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
Close
Error Success