The Deserted Spring Poem by Subrata Ray

The Deserted Spring



The Deserted Spring.

Is it the place where you live?
Is it where you keep?
The secret treasure of your heart,
And eat -away night and day,
Aloofing yourself in alarming alert.

Haply here where your Other dwells,
And in deepening tranquility whispers His tale,
Here you wait with longing lingering eye,
Here with anguished frenzy your drought -eyes cry.

Ah! withering spring but time-borne azure,
The assured assurance, He would come sure,
Here where flashes the presence of your secret share,
Here your lone grows and the grandest Lone bears.

Sunday, September 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: mystic
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 21 September 2014

The deserted spring is a master piece of work and very nice poem. It is the place where we live. Truly said.

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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