The Love-Sick Lady And The Outlawed Lover, Poem by Subrata Ray

Stony-timed –room,
Away, away is the groom,
Her chastity’s anchor ,
She cries; “He is my harbor”

“With life’s wick,
I ever seek,
Ocean’s tornado rampant,
And eyes dine,
Your aurora fine,
And you grow in my heart”.

In the deepest delved part,
I remain to unlock my art,
And tune your separation’s note,
I sail to carry your grown desert in my boat.
In your emptied naught, I find room,
I am your only lover, and in you I bloom.”

Hey dearest, grandest of the grands,
Your tinged glow turns me into a novel brand,
Loving you, the pains un-borrowed, I can fire my lacking,
That’s the beauty, -truth’s reality, else love is nothing.