Love In Tempest Twenty Poem by Subrata Ray

It were a damsel she,
And adolescent me,
Sweet fifteen and tempest twenty.

It was a miraculous chemistry,
Of eye and heart,
It was an invisible bond above artless art.

It was a lease far above the Everest,
More beneath the Specific Ocean,
That like a grotesque sprang amidst us,
It was all prevailing with no body and touch!

She need no name, so the me of mine,
For we have the radioactive Unconscious,
That defying Time and Space shines.

While she denounced the world,
And left me alone to care the treasure,
I dug and dug my own well,
And flashed she, when I reached the water level.