Fading The Bar. Poem by Subrata Ray

Fading The Bar.



The morning rises,
To step in peace,
With meditative,
Transcendence,
To share the divine bliss.

The stern and stout noon,
Cultivates and generates heat,
To launch the escape velocity,
From the sage’s vegetable retreat.

The afternoon clears the horizon,
For awakening the night,
With aura of Aurora’s first light.

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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