The Feathers Of Oblivion. Poem by Subrata Ray

The Feathers Of Oblivion.



The Feathers Of Oblivion.

The void word like chaffy grain,
Inject not the fox in the brain.
Give me a peg of your maiden look,
And a page from your gypsy's book,
Opening the window of your first spring,
Breaking the innocence of the forbidden,
Lift me, lull me with fathers of oblivion.

Friday, June 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: mystery
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Colleen Courtney 08 June 2014

Interesting poem and an enjoyable read!

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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