My Crazy Darling Poem by Subrata Ray

My crazy breezy willow wine,
In my dream dreamland,
In my moorland, shines.

Her echoing green widens,
As God in us with His phantasmagoria,
And her wild fulfills my profile,

While my loneliness blooms as flower,
She eats away the remorse hours,
And I lose my subject-object sense.

My crazy darling murders frenzy,
And controls my unequal to naught,
For her I bear the yoke,
For her I fought all the odds.

She is the live-monitor,
In my psychic computer,
A distant foreigner without,
And within the love's queen,
In her eyes I see my ruins.

For me she is a causeless cause,
And I find not what cause is she,
All my infatuation, and weather about,
Administer, as flower to the bee.