The Bosom Of Mirage Poem by Subrata Ray

The Bosom Of Mirage



All over the night,
She was by my side,
And the bed I felt a desert!

My blind will received no poke,
I waited upon the bosom of a mirage,
I saw me bearing a dead body in my carriage!

Once she shook her hand with my wealth,
For my enamored eye leased the blue lust,
And all she did was a staged trust!

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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