Suffering And Its Boon. Poem by Subrata Ray

How are you dearest, ?
How are you awakening partner ?
How are you dear?
My wish spreads the canvas,
For your glorious soul to share.
How are you dear.?

The days are not always dreary,
As love's wounds often are,
While here is gloom,
The Sun rises there.

My love I would never deny,
And it Would remain in sorrows,
For I do not have the oily tongue,
Nor have I the courage to borrow.

Believe me dearest friend,
Help comes always from within,
For if you want to beg something,
Please beg it from your king.

No need to ask alms from a depute,
For he too is a great bagger,
The king with His treasury,
Stands a few furlongs near.

You are my friend,
And obvious is my claim,
As my King wishes,
I should life long suffer,
And the boon of purification,
With your turning gold He offers.