Poet Poem by Subrata Ray

You are citizen of word's province,
With a liaison of word-queen,
And get nourished with word' wine.

Deriving honey from word-flower,
You equip your poetic bower,
And emit fragrance hour by hour.

You are romantic, frantic, crazy, inconsistent,
Tunes from invisible evoke your trance,
And on your tree hang the fruits of dreams.

In your heart's lotus, stands divine empress,
With her wish, you flourish,
And shower truth's broken images.