Shadowy Tale’s All! Poem by Subrata Ray

No where appears living green,
My sister a spirit-queen,
Memories root sustains,
In her absence her presence.

I deny death, and approve the immortality of soul,
Your sister’s abstract presence, retains and rolls.

So many tender hopes,
Granite cultivated scopes,
Thousand footed miles,
The heaps of projected files,
Now negate, -Time’s blade!

So is yours, and mine dear,
Snobs, whine and vain tears,
But are they our shadowy tale’s all?
Ah! , -the immortal love where Time falls!