Treasure Island

Bazi alis Subrata Ray

(January / Formerly East Pahistan)

The Himalayan Spring


By the side of river Belmudri,
In the remotest loneliness of spring,
My adolescence had its privilege,
To share your lotus-bloomed wings.

In certain late after noon,
By the side of Tista glade,
When silence meditates for love,
I enjoyed the prerogative,
Of your unconditional faith,
And forgot time, death and birth.

I needed a nowhere timeless bed,
The abstract Unconscious in light and shade,
I did cover, wade and hover,
All that were possible,
And you sprang unseen like the Himalayan Tale

Submitted: Saturday, March 08, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 11, 2014

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