The Mistakes Of A Friend And Virtue Of Her Fair Poem by Subrata Ray

The Mistakes Of A Friend And Virtue Of Her Fair



Ah! Love, ah! My friend!
You have tinged our soul!
Fake you may be as fake senses are,
But the warmth of your heart,
For nothing’s sake came by,
And the feast of your sweetness,
Never can be a lie, as it blooms rosy fruit!

Light dispels darkness,
And inspiration fires the drooping hearth,
In you slumbering shadow you installed mirth,

Who would judge the thunder bolt’s tolling lives?
Who would set court for quake’s birth?
And volcano’s rapturous joy!
Dwindling suffocation turning to ash ceased toy.

Who am I to forgive you?
Who am I to impose profit –born morality?
Could I not love you?
Could I not hold the in my heart?
Ah! Fie my acting, fie my verbose rime!

We are the denizens of a Friend –world,
And by the great term we are bound to share,
The mistakes of a friend, and the virtue of her fair.

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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