More Than Thousand Apparent Suns, In Me You Remain. Poem by Subrata Ray

More Than Thousand Apparent Suns, In Me You Remain.



What a great Faith dearest!
A mirroring of the soul itself,
A love that we often imagine,
Incarnates in ours soul's garden.

Knowing not I asked your permission,
For my humble poem to publish,
Now being ashamed of my unequal,
My mundane thought gets abolished.

The untouched glory of invisible divine,
With your blessing's vastness shines,
The mingling me of you, oh! a complete mine.
Your poems you record in my plasma-board!

Oh! my grandest glory, ever cherished, Darling Divine!
More than thousand apparent suns, in me you remain.

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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