The Installed Sun Acclaimed As Soul. Poem by Subrata Ray

The fresh shower from land of love,
If once makes your lease monsoon,
And by miraculous device stirs tsunami,
Your memory's home would dissolve into water,
With no color and dimension of your own.

The daily cobweb of yes and no,
Would fade into the oblivion unknown,
From within the parasites of procreation ,
Retire on the pyre of hopes and moan.

Ah! untouchable radioactive -love,
The installed sun acclaimed as soul,
If you once awake, -who cares the confusion?
By reaching the zenith of the grandest goal.