Bazi alis Subrata Ray

Rookie - 532 Points (January / Formerly East Pahistan)

Love The Hearts’ Anchor .


The psychic bird,
With wearied wings,
Seeks a stay to rest,
Love is the tree,
That it feels free,
Springs as the best.

The partner psychic,
Comes in a hick,
And waters the desert land,
The lotus within red and green,
Erects and keeps its stand.

Ho, hi the psychic seeds root,
To give birth a twin -being,
A longing lone abstract thing!

Submitted: Monday, July 15, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 16, 2013
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