O Dearest, -My Ocean Tossed Empress. By Ray Subrata Poem by Subrata Ray

O Dearest, -My Ocean Tossed Empress. By Ray Subrata



The secret-sacred would not remain secret,
Each day's growing love would bloom that sense,
In thousands readers and poets, it would be fragrance,
Your poems bear the glory of your love, and mine is share,
The depictions of our souls journey our poems bear.
For ours is a monarch and empress' term,
In God's garden, -glimmering glimpse's charms.

How are you dearest, in your foreign-blinds,
Wish your sweet presence and live-kind,
Although always you are a psychic - near,
Our feelings of heart in every part, we do share.

Your touch demands my greater being,
Your love letters, I have tried to mean,
Occult-mystery, -and I get lost else where,
And my vain glory of falling in love with you,
Mocks me, and I like a haggard beggar,
Cry and curse me, for my uncultivated –lack,

I often question, when and how, my unequal,
Would be your pleasure, to have a grace,
O dearest, -my ocean-tossed empress!

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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