Bazi alis Subrata Ray

(January / Formerly East Pahistan)

The Flowing Temporal


Mystic mystery mouths,
Through the pores of installed unconscious,
From Nature-fed temporal vase.

Fogs wind round and round,
And oil-filled earthen lamps wick,
Then, with sudden jerk the sun is gone.

The Vice-wolf vaults and vaults,
And the Temptation erects flag,
Then, above the corpses float the hags.

Submitted: Monday, November 11, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 11, 2013

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  • Paul Brookes (11/11/2013 2:02:00 AM)

    Great poem but the first line is superfluous. However that just my opinion The poem is very deep and seems to have layers of meaning. More than one reading is necessary to get its impact. Well done BB (Report) Reply

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