Now No One In The Universe, Can Snatch Away My Heart’s Verse, Poem by Subrata Ray

I must try, -give me time,
I would not let go my Love’s rime.

Chill penury I may re-invite,
But not for you darling!
Tell your father,
Tell your mother,
To allow me to manage my Time.

Such such were Ranjan’s whine,
And the Beauty aristocrat sustains the wine.

If you, within two year, promise the scale,
I would wait, to share your tale,
And wait even more than a year,
Try my hero, don’t fear.

The darling’s marriage was inevitable,
The 3rd year was crossing, like a shell,
No one would plant a flag on love’s grave,
For a fail! a fail! coward with no shape!

Time’s intruder often taxed Ranjan’s love,
Some gallant economy often proved sorry staff,
But what to do save pathos’s –desert,
Labor continued, but blooded the heart.

In the bleak morning of the Lady’s final date,
The Sun, Moon, Star, -visited Ranjan’s gate,
The result of Indian Administrative Service had a hang,
With all wonder, fiery thunder, Ranjan’s had the first rank.

The tattered haggard,
Not a lingered,
Went amidst the engagement hall,
Pleasures pains, his eyes drain,
And his victorious voice uttered a Call,

Now no one in the universe,
Can snatch away my Heart’s verse,
The highest station, in social motion,
I would Garland my sweetie with blood’s promotion!