Love's Seed Grows. Poem by Subrata Ray

Love's Seed Grows.



Your absence,
Day and night condenses your presence.
Dearest your garland glory,
Compels time to bear the story,
Of phantasmagoria's trance,
In my heart's lotus, -Your image dances.

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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