The Blue Wave Poem by Subrata Ray

The Blue Wave.

You may grant my prayer.
To be ever here
Like an oasis with a lake
The summer's breeze,
Cosy ease,
And a dip that I may take.

Knowing not you committed your window-wing
All that you have for no farthing /
And drifted your canopy in no where love
And lent your shoulder to unburden my harp.

It might not have been not so,
The diverged lines may, and may go,
And the deserted lone,
In each day would have grown,
With no hope but despair.

Beloved, it was destined,
So in the late-noon,
Face to face we are here,
Ah! You have granted my prayer.