The Gypsy's Trance Poem by Subrata Ray

Hers is a fostered gypsy,
With roots to sea, desert and land,
And branches skyward,
With no proyaning, and concrete strand!

While I meet her,
My electron starts reaction,
The whole of my being,
Quivers, and dissipates into fractions!

Koalkata, London, Paris, and New york,
Clumsy -whimsy suspends in her frock,
Her panorama slides, as Neptune rides,
Here she is a glade, there a tsunami,
And still there a thunderous shock!

Her spell boats me,
And I glide through steep falls,
But I wished the trance,
The earth-heaven dance,
In dream and awakening,
The tempest-born rock!