For Your Love I Need An Ever Burning Hearth. Poem by Subrata Ray

For Your Love I Need An Ever Burning Hearth.



I could not love you dearest,
I could not love you from heart,
Love that you cultivate,
Needs an ever burning hearth.

I only indulge my imagination,
And feast my morbid senses play,
In the darkest trail of your love,
Proves unequal my muddy clay.

My lonely deserted hours of despair,
Fail to manage a separation from me,
And the apparent urge proves a farce,
For my container of love, I can’t turn to thee.

Vain is the attempt, that I would hold your hand,
My trial and effort suffer in- competency,
Of devotion pure, I am not sure, and I cry for grace,
By Kripa alone, I may be your own, and by your embrace!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
Close
Error Success